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I’ve always been a huge fan of Stevie Ray Vaughan (SRV). Every time I hear “Texas Flood,” “Lenny,” actually, any song in his catalog, I get chills. In fact, I wouldn’t even call myself a fan. SRV is more of an idol since I’m a mediocre guitar player whom aspires to play like him one day (I know it will never happen, but one can fantasize). Even though he’s no longer alive (RIP SRV), his spirit will never die. And I’d soon get my chance to meet the legend.

Recently, I joined a couple of gents, Jonathan and Zach, that embarked on a cross-country motorcycle trip from Riverside, California, to Chicago. We rode together until Austin, Texas, so I could cover the Republic of Texas (ROT) Rally. They would eventually push on to Chicago for deep dish and the Chicago Cubs, but being that the pair had never experienced a proper biker rally, I made them stay the duration of ROT. Our last night in Austin, the three of us celebrated freedom, life on the road, all things American, and took a little stroll in search for Stevie Ray Vaughan’s statue. I’d dreamt of doing this since I took interest in playing guitar! Now I’d get the chance.

Somewhat inebriated, we trekked for miles and took in the city’s lights. Maybe it was because we’d be parting ways in about eight hours. Maybe it was the bond we’d formed over the course of six days. Maybe it was the booze. Whatever the case, we didn’t want the party to end. At least I didn’t, since I’d be going home, and their adventure was still in full swing, but I’ll always have that night with some new friends and the sight of SRV’s statue glistening as the full moon reflecting on Lady Bird Lake illuminated the giant statue of the great musician. We sat there for about an hour, shot the breeze, and suddenly SRV’s version of “Little Wing” played in my head as I finished off my last sip of suds. What a way to end the day. Thanks for the good times, guys. Here’s to you.

Bye for now…

Jordan