Gabacho in West TexasSlick and me avoided the freeways—most blacktops, actually—which made for slow going over back roads. Slick’s my flea-bitten gray that’s hauled me from South Texas to Northern Mexico and across over into New Mexico on the way back to Huntsville, Texas. That’s where my family lives, although I was born in Roswell, New Mexico, a place I hadn’t even recognized when I rode through it a day or so ago. Didn’t see a single little green man or UFO on my way through.
Sometimes when I ride, I get contemplative. You know, think back over my life. And what was on the mind at the moment, was my s*x life. Although I’m always on the move, I have a pretty good one…sex life, that is. What was kicking around in my head was that the last three tumbles I’d had were with guys…men. What wa
