Recently my son and I went on a bike ride not far from our house in Boerne, Texas. It was a cool autumn afternoon. The skies were filled with marshmallow clouds as we road past small ranches in the Hill Country.

On the way home, I noticed some “friends” by the side of the road. Funny thing was they seemed as interested in me as I was in them. Maybe they hadn’t seen a “cowboy” on such a strange “horse” before. In all of my bike riding days, I had never seen such “friends” before. Not in California . . . only in Texas.