Day 9 – Friday – Kerrville to Fredericksburg – 3 Sisters tour day 2

The sun was up and shinning before I was. Breakfast was a strange arrangement here. Apparently the hotel owner had struck a deal with the Mexican Restaurant next door to offer his patrons a Mexican breakfast with a voucher with which you paid your bill. What is a Mexican breakfast? Well as far as I could tell exactly the same as an American one!
Another trip target was on today’s route at Vanderpool.


http://www.lonestarmotorcyclemuseum.com/







The Lone Star Motorcycle Museum. When I found it I went sailing past and had to swing the bike round, but what a place! Essentially, one mans private collection is housed in a purpose built barn with a café inside called The Ace café after the famous one in London. In fact, most of the bikes in the collection are British and what a collection, some real gems including a Vincent Black Knight that I have only ever seen in books before.




It was here that I met a couple from Austin, Frank and Sharon Mayer. Frank it turned out had spent most of his life in California and was a motorcycle enthusiast and knows all the bike roads there inside and out. He agreed to supply me with all his knowledge on the California bike routes when I put together next years trip.The owner of the Museum Alan Johncock is an Australian and quite a lot of the bikes come from there. Alan is justly proud of his collection and they are extremely well presented.

Up near the road to Fredericksburg is the famous Garven Store. Set on windswept hill they reputedly sell the best Jerky in Texas but when I went in the place looked decidedly unhygienic so I left after a quick look round and hoped that I hadnt contacted a terrible disease just by stepping into the place. Outside, enjoying a water break, I saw more than a few people go in who looked as if they were no strangers to BBQ'd squirrel!





Fredericksburg is a famous town in Texas and is heavily influenced by the Germans who settled the place in the 1800s and is very tourist orientated. When I arrived at the very pleasant Best Western it was already quite windy and when I set off in the dark to find the Hill Top Café it was blowing a gale. But I pressed on and it was very difficult riding up there with the winds getting stronger to the point where I considered turning back. I was very glad to get back in one piece and the 36-mile round trip felt like 136 due to the strong gusts.