We get up and go down for breakfast at the motel around 8am. Kinda slim
pickings on the food and the attendant ask if we want a waffle. Chuck and I opt
for one. Diana comments that the girl is having problems with waffles, and when
she brings us a pile of mushed up waffle, we totally agree with her. The
attendant makes a phone call and Diana hears her telling someone that the Teflon
on the waffle maker is coming off. The girl leaves and Diana tells us what she
overheard. Well, those pieces of waffle hit the trash. So to say the least, it
was a slim breakfast.
Loaded and ready to get to Rolla, to see if and when Diana's phone will be
delivered. It is brisk and all have on our chaps except Diana. Glad to have
them on, cause with the wind, it is just downright cold. We pull into Rolla
around 10:20 and talk to the lady at the front desk, and she says that FedEx
usually gets there about 10:30. Just like clockwork, the guy walks in at a
little after 10:30. Diana catches him as he walks in and ask if he had something
for her. He did, and now she has a new iPhone to get programed with her
stuff. Mourning is officially over.:-)
We gas and make our way to Cuba, to the Cowtown motor sports. Quite a few
spyders running around. Not very many vendors, but Diana finds some armrest she
has to have. The guy installs them, but they can't use them till they get home
and take the ones on their cobra seat off. It is starting to look pretty blue
to the south of us, and as we check our weather apps, there is a pretty large
storm heading our way. Never seen so many Spyders take off. Guess they don't like rain either. :)
They finish installing the armrest, and we head towards a restaurant in Cuba to find some lunch and hide out till the weather passes. Good timing as it is just a light mist by the time we make it to the restaurant.
They finish installing the armrest, and we head towards a restaurant in Cuba to find some lunch and hide out till the weather passes. Good timing as it is just a light mist by the time we make it to the restaurant.
Lunch will be at the Frisco Grill..... Chris says he had eaten here a few months
ago and was really good. It isn't very busy, and we get to stretch out in a
fairly large table, cause Chuck and I are carrying our helmets with us. Diana
and I order the Frisco Patty melt. I have to say, it was really really good. Cooked
perfect. Diana tells us about a sign at the front door....says it says
something about no this, and no that, and the last thing on it is no
onions. Well we aren't sure about that, but she gets up and double checks
it. Sure enough it says you can't bring in onions. Well now, we are going to
have to have that explained to us. The hostess passes by Diana as she comes
back to the table. She comes over and tells all of us what the sign is all
about. Seems that one of the locals would come in and order extra onion and
they charged him fifty cents extra for this and the man threw a big ole hissy
fit. He left and the next visit he places his order and when it comes, he pulls
out his own onion that he has in a zip lock bag. Well, that is against all code
and they asked him to leave and I guess he threw another fit and threw his
plate. She proceeds to say that his wife still come and eats there, but he
doesn't. She also said that he could call up there and disguise his voice and
ask if they charged extra for onions. The restaurant was very clean, and she
said they always get very good scores and would like to keep it that way. The
gentleman had once owned a restaurant so he of all people should know that you
can't bring your own food into a restaurant. We all got a good laugh and
enjoyed meeting the two sisters that run the place. Sure wish they were closer
to us cause it would be wonderful to come and eat at the place with our group of
Moles:-)
We walk out to the bikes and most of the rain has passed. A quick trip to Walmart and we
head back to our rooms. Diana gets her IPhone out, and starts to transfer her information. Before you know it, she is up and running. Time to start about eating and there is a BBQ restaurant across from the motel, so we walk over and eat dinner. We have decided that other states may think
they can fix BBQ but if it isn't from Oklahoma or Texas it is just not that
good. Diana got the hottest of the hot sauce and she said it was just not that
hot. The ribs were beef and they weren't tender....So, see we are BBQ
connoisseurs. LOL. Very nice indoor hot tub and pool at the motel, and we all purchase swimsuits so we could get in.
We tried the hot tub as Chuck is really having some shoulder issues, and
hope this helps. It's not that hot, but was nice relaxing evening with our friends.
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