Thursday
Starting strong, show of strength, strong finish.
So the Fuerza Regida fans come strong! I missed the in crowd (bringing people to the show), but I heard it was one of the better ones of the year.
I gave a few rides out and la gente was ready to party. I took what I thought was going to be my last ride of the concert. I threw them a deal, because as my one reader likely knows by now, charging a lot of money isn’t my strong suit. They did me right though, and threw a little love on top. On the way back to the show however I got a ride North which is rare, but I wasn’t going to stop them, I gave them a 30% discount because I wanted to go that direction and right after I took a wrong turn and was renavigating, they wanted to go back downtown. I let the leader of the group know same rate the other direction and he said, Let’s ride!
I’ll take the back and forth rides all day long!
I was also able to get a few of the folks that make the Moody Center run, back to their cars and that’s always a win win.
I spent about an hour chilling with another rider before going back downtown after he had a run in with a runaway hot dog cart. It sounded like it may have been an attempted hit and run, but hot dog carts don’t have motors, so the law was able to get there to do their investigation. I got him some water, and another guy stopped in and gave him another refill. I threw his chain back on, gave his trike a quick test run. With his motor functional and the law saying he could leave, he committed to get his ride back to his shop before heading to the ER to get his stitches. I hope he heals fast, because stitches on the knee is a no ride situation.
The kicker to the night was a late night tour. It started as a quick tun to one hotel than another, but homegirl wasn’t ready to sleep just yet and her friend didn’t really have enough time to sleep before having to go to the Airport. So a tour we went on. Got a few tourist shots We got the capitol building, the atx sign, We rode by a century old bridge and saw a train rolling down the Missouri Pacific railroad. All to a Reggaetón soundtrack to bring back some Miami memories.
I started heading back to end the ride about 1 minute before being asked if we could hit up the hotels.
I said, “of course” switched gears and dropped them off. The tour definitely helped make up for the lost time being wingman. It’s always nice when the nights even out.
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