Angelo State University from 2001-2006, I liked to sleep in on weekends after a hard day’s night of studying.  As I got up on a late winter Saturday morning, 9:30, it was cloudy and windy.  I don’t know why, but at the time I had the sudden urge to go for a ride on my 5-speed, blue, Road Master bike.  As I started out my all-out cycling speed event, I found myself huffing and puffing hard for two very good reasons.  First, I was out of shape.  The second reason, when I got back to the house the weather channel reported that the winds were blowing at 20 mph.  

     While I was attending

     In my haste to go biking, I just washed my face.  I didn’t even brush my pearlies (teeth.)  That’s more than you probably wanted to know right?   At least I did the man thing—I shaved.  Looking back however, I should have left my stubbly beard alone so I could have that—you know—manly, stud muffin look. 

     I proceeded to put on my favorite Dallas Cowboys, khaki cap—the one I wear when I don’t feel like washing my hair, or looking “all that and a bag of chips.” 

     I completed my “weekend road warrior” look with a black and gray nylon jacket, gray sweats and a pair of white, Nike tennis shoes.  I capped it all off with the piéce de résistance—my Velcro, water resistant, Wal-Mart watch—price(less), at $6.95. 

     Upon starting my unofficial West Texas Tour de Tortillas race, (hey, it beats the alternative title I had in mind—Taco Flaco Tour de Viva La Raza Race!) I began to hear, in my mind, the sounds of the theme song “Eye of the Tiger,” as I’m rockin’ down the highway.  Actually, in the mind of this (then) fifty one-year-old—who doesn’t have too much more game in his legs—rather than rockin’ and rollin’—more like creakin’ and wheezin’ down the highway.