Harleys in the mists

We got out of Leakey Saturday morning just in time: we were warned
that over 200 Harleys would be there by evening. Indeed all Friday
night we heard the advanced party streaming in. We will adapt Goethe's
comment about the German people "Ah Harleys! How admirable in the
individual; how despicable in the masses!".
Riding out east bound on 337 we were again photographically frustrated
by misty rain. You'll simply have to take our word for the beauty of
the panorama.
Near Vanderpool we sidetracked to the Lonestar Motorcycle Museum, an
excellent private collection of vintage bikes. There were several that
might have been the model for the bike Peter Otoole rode to the death
of T E Lawrence in the opening scene of L. of Arabia
We discovered two more exquisite hill country gems: the roads from
Medina to Kerrville and the road from Hunt up the north fork of the
Guadeloupe. And in the afternoon we arrived in -- Africa.