Ahhh…the beauty of Lubbock and West Texas is overwhelming. It takes 6 1/2 hours to drive from Austin to Lubbock and you still end up in the middle of freakin’ god-forsaken nowhere Tex-ASS! Of course, there were many lovely sites to behold along the way, some of which were simply irresistible to pass up.
I don’t know what a “Mexican Pile On” is, but I’m pretty sure I want no part of it.
Do we really need a Wildlife Hall of Fame?
Don’t deer heads and stuffed fish already adorn the walls of most Texan’s living rooms?
Outside of Lubbock near a town called Sweetwater (oxymoron), the subtle stench of oil begins–as does the sight of hundreds of these:
And these odd Area 51-like windmills that are strewn along the fields as far as the eye can see…What exactly are these space-age windmills powering? Only Dick Cheney knows for sure…
When we arrived in Lubbock, we expected the town to be all about Triathlon.
Instead, we were greeted with this:
Oh wait! The four-star hotel in town (and the race expo site)was very welcoming:
Lubbock certainly does have its charm and a slew of famous musicians, including Buddy Holly.
The day before the race, we drove the bike course and experienced another West Texas natural phenomenon. Because it’s so flat, you can see storms brewing from miles away. (Either that, or North Korea was in town for a little “site visit.”)
This photograph was a good indication of what was to come on race day, but more on that later!