I decided to take a little trip to Luckenbach, Texas. We've all heard of it, thanks to Waylon Jennings. And like so many other places in Texas, it's out in the middle of nowhere. I visited Luckenbach a few years ago when I first moved to Texas...drove by it three times before I realized that was the place. The next few pictures are literally all that's to it. It's kind of a biker place to go, but there were hardly any bikers there today...mostly just yuppy types. Maybe all the bikers are in South Dakota...which is where I wish I was. This is the little gift shop...anything you want with "Luckenbach" printed on it is here.
This is the dance hall.
The feed lot.
Howdy. Yep, that's how they greet folks down here in Texas. "Howdy, ma'am. I'll be fixin' to holler at y'all." No lie.
Side of the post office/shop.
Their bathrooms are covered with license plates from all over North America. I found South Dakota.
A little Texas music type band was playing.
And you could board the neighborhood bull if you got the hankerin'.
So much for Luckenbach.
Passed by the Gruene (New Braunfels) Harley-Davidson dealership and it looked like they were having a little "rally" themselves (emphasis on "little"). Hardly anyone there, but I took a few pics.