While I didn’t know it at the time, this ended up being an even better decision in light of Hurricane Harvey, which began ravaging Texas shortly thereafter. This is why you should never, ever second-guess your gut feeling, especially when that gut feeling tells you to keep traveling and not ride the straight roads of Texas.
We pointed our bikes back west and started making the charge, cutting through Nuevo León and San Luis Potosí toward Coahuila. A local in Tula had told us about a more interesting route west than the usual toll roads, and it ended up being a completely barren but also completely awesome motorcycling road. We weaved between huge mountains in a twisty, continuous valley, with the only traffic being an abundance of donkeys, coyotes, and the occasional roadrunner.