In Texas, I feel like a Rockabilly girl on a island of fashionistas who would rather not eat for a week in order to buy Dior. I go to find parts for my motorcycle and I am confronted with baby talk as to what I am looking for. (Trust me, dude. I know what I'm looking for and probably know more about motorcycles then you do. So go pop some wheelies on your bike and impress some underage girls with your roadrash). People look at me like I'm crazy when they see me ride my bicycle. The kids that go to "dive" bars would probably pee their pants if they went to a real DIVE bar. And finally, no I'm not trying to look like Katy Perry.
It may seem that everything has gone wrong since I have move to Texas however I did finally find a parts store that smells like dust and they know exactly what bike I own and what I can substitute with if need be. I found a little slice of heaven called the Heritage Classic European & Vintage Motorcycle Rally in Luckenbach, TX. I have made a few friends and even seen some of my Texan friends (that lived in Colorado at one point). It hasn't been all that bad, but it hasn't been all that great. So... I'm starting this blog to not only highlight my 1979 Yamaha XS650 Special, but allow people to see the world through someone else's eyes.
Rockabettie


Welcome to Texas. Dallas can be really annoying, unfortunately. I live down in Deep Ellum to avoid the stupider parts. You won't get funny stares down here.
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