Photo by Vicki L. George
July 19, 2024
Sublime rambling
By Vicki L. George
The Bandera Prophet
Rambling down memory lane, I was reminded of my Luckenbach Knight.
One summer day in 2011, my husband and I decided to pick up some peaches in Fredericksburg. With more time on our hands, we thought we’d go on to Luckenbach since we had heard of a music festival going on there.
When we arrived in Luckenbach, we found the place packed. In the parking lot on the left, across from the General Store, there was a flood of people dressed in fancy clothing, getting out of their expensive Cadillacs and Lincolns and BMWs. On the other side of the street were just as many motorcycles, with biker guys and gals dressed in leather and headbands.
The traffic was moving slowly due to all those vehicles trying to turn into parking spaces. So we were creeping along in a long line. I couldn’t wait to take photos, so I jumped out of our car and told Hubby I’d walk up front and would wait for him by the porch in front of the General Store.
I walked up towards the store, taking pictures along the way. I was really into the music and the mood of the place and enjoying myself. When I got up by the front porch, I stopped and took more photos, then began filming the action looking back from the way I came.
In the meantime, I could see my husband in the car approaching slowly and tried to wave at him so he would know I was there waiting. He motioned back at me to let me know he saw me.
I guess all that waving and motioning gave the guy behind me the idea that I needed some assistance. I became aware of a huge shape leaning over my left shoulder and asking me, “Is that guy botherin’ you? You want me to go over there and wup his ass?”
In a flash, I got a mental image of my big, hairy knight in black leather, on his noble steed called Harley, rescuing me, his “damsel in distress.” With that image I just cracked up. I tried to explain, through my laughter, that “that guy” was my husband and no threat at all. I don’t know how much he understood since he stayed with me until my Hubby pulled up and I climbed into our car.
I couldn’t stop laughing most of the way home. When I tried to tell my husband why, he only scowled. Maybe he was thinking I should have just hopped on Harley and ridden off into the sunset with my Luckenbach Knight.
One summer day in 2011, my husband and I decided to pick up some peaches in Fredericksburg. With more time on our hands, we thought we’d go on to Luckenbach since we had heard of a music festival going on there.
When we arrived in Luckenbach, we found the place packed. In the parking lot on the left, across from the General Store, there was a flood of people dressed in fancy clothing, getting out of their expensive Cadillacs and Lincolns and BMWs. On the other side of the street were just as many motorcycles, with biker guys and gals dressed in leather and headbands.
The traffic was moving slowly due to all those vehicles trying to turn into parking spaces. So we were creeping along in a long line. I couldn’t wait to take photos, so I jumped out of our car and told Hubby I’d walk up front and would wait for him by the porch in front of the General Store.
I walked up towards the store, taking pictures along the way. I was really into the music and the mood of the place and enjoying myself. When I got up by the front porch, I stopped and took more photos, then began filming the action looking back from the way I came.
In the meantime, I could see my husband in the car approaching slowly and tried to wave at him so he would know I was there waiting. He motioned back at me to let me know he saw me.
I guess all that waving and motioning gave the guy behind me the idea that I needed some assistance. I became aware of a huge shape leaning over my left shoulder and asking me, “Is that guy botherin’ you? You want me to go over there and wup his ass?”
In a flash, I got a mental image of my big, hairy knight in black leather, on his noble steed called Harley, rescuing me, his “damsel in distress.” With that image I just cracked up. I tried to explain, through my laughter, that “that guy” was my husband and no threat at all. I don’t know how much he understood since he stayed with me until my Hubby pulled up and I climbed into our car.
I couldn’t stop laughing most of the way home. When I tried to tell my husband why, he only scowled. Maybe he was thinking I should have just hopped on Harley and ridden off into the sunset with my Luckenbach Knight.