Got to get my wheel on. Another painting from the Hotel San Jose. I watched this hotel morph from a motel warren for the sex trade on South Congress, to an ultra chic Hotel for rock and roll royalty. Jo's Coffee was a warm and friendly place with good people watching. The bikes were for brave guests willing to navigate the traffic. I had my own at this time. Everything was downhill from my little efficiency in Clarksville. All good and well until it was time to go home.