Tulsa, Oklahoma. End of the day, 7/8/2014: In terms of the picture above: If it's lunch time on the second day of any trip toward Santa Fe or Albuquerque, I know I'm in Cuba, Missouri, at a table at the Missouri Hick Barbecue. That lovely platter contains pulled pork slathered with the Hick's famous hot sauce, sandwiched in Texas Toast with a side of chips and creamy cole slaw. It don't git no better'n that, Pardner. It's funny how lunchtime always arrives just as I get to Exit 210 on I-44 West, but I am not going to argue with fate. I recommend you do the same.
Oh..seen on the back of a tee-shirt at the Hick: a picture of the south end of a pig headed north. The caption above it--"Every butt needs a good rub." The Hick's rubs are the very best. What did you think it meant? Tsk..
I really didn't know what to expect when I set out this morning. Yesterday's rip-snorting rain and wind made me think we might see some flooding, but the day was bright and cheery as I hit the road from Terre Haute, Indiana around 8AM, eastern. I was past St. Louis about 3 and a half hours later, headed for the Hick. Of course, I had company..and they were in a hurry as usual (see rear view mirror):
Tailgaters are everywhere..even at 70 miles an hour.
Tomorrow, I'll stop off to pay my respects to the National Cowboy Museum in Oklahoma City and then finish the day, I hope, in Tucumcari, NM along old Route 66. That'll set me up for the last dash in to Santa Fe first thing Thursday morning. You gotta have a plan..and that's mine.
Meanwhile, in case you need visual reference for your first (or next) visit to the Missouri Hick..it looks like this:
Just what you expected.
Seeya down that long, winding road..