A piece of our teenage history was paved over 136
Part of growing up is taking incredible risks and living to tell the tale. Proving to the world that, for a singular moment, you stood outside the bounds of what is considered rational; and conquered fate.
I’m talking about the bump on 136 which is no longer there. A part of our history has been paved.
Death-defying motorized acrobatics
Every city has this place. This is where you will test the steel your nerves are meant to be made of. It’s a place where adrenaline and madness reign supreme.
In a small town where I lived, it was Devil’s Hill. It was the steepest hill we had ever seen, and a rite of passage was to cycle at breakneck speeds up the intense incline.
Another location was an old railroad crossing in western Oklahoma. The tracks crossed the old dirt road at the top of a small hill. If you hit it at the right speed and angle, you’ll literally fly over the tracks.
Mess it up, and you had a long walk back to town ahead of you…at best. Which brings me to “The Bump of 136”.
The bump on route 136
I’ve asked about the hump and received several stories of 136 courage tests. Other stories are just hilarious attempts and give your friends a good shock in the back seat.
While I understand the need to keep our roads safe, and I understand that things like a hill or a devil’s bump can cause more problems than they solve; I hate to see them go.
If you’re on the 136 near Alibates and Fritch, just know that you’re not crazy for not noticing the bump. It was paved.
A bonus story
Editor’s note: I, myself, have a ‘hump’ from my youth. There was a “bump” – or a dip, really – in River Road on Caddo Street.
In high school, I used to go there to pick up my friends who lived a block away, Ricky and Boner. I’d pick up Ricky first, then we’d head down Caddo Street to pick up Boner. Once we had everyone in the car, I would put it at 50 or 60 mph and hit that bump.
My little Volvo station wagon could fly, and I mean FLY!
The boys were always in the back yelling, insulting me, flip-flops because they never wore seat belts. But every time I was there we hit that bump.
Ten years later, as fate would have it, I ended up picking up Ricky from the same house. As soon as he got in my car, I took a right onto Caddo Street and put the ground down to hit the bump.
Ricky started screaming, I started screaming… and nothing. They had paved the bump!
It really is a sad day when you lose a bump.
The charm of Main Street and downtown Borger, Texas
This once lawless Wild West boom town is now a quiet town of 13,000 people nestled in the Texas Panhandle. Located 40 miles north of Amarillo and 21 miles from Lake Meredith, the town of Borger is your typical small town. Friendly faces and warm greetings will surround you as you stroll down the main street of Borger – a trip we highly recommend taking at least once in your life.
This man from Florida can’t handle all of Texas in the Panhandle
Hush… lower your voice! You don’t want to scare the little guy.
You won’t believe what gets this big guy’s attention!
Teeny Tiny Towns of the Texas Panhandle
Don’t blink! You might miss those small towns that dot the Texas Panhandle.
Some of them are unincorporated communities and some of them are just plain old little!
Either way, these tiny tiny towns and their people will have you saying “wow” (and maybe even squinting and saying “that’s it!?”). Check them: