The Arizona Ride...
Intro and Day 1
In the days preceding this trip I did my best to avoid looking at the weather forecast. They are always wrong and generally depressing in the spring. I did however make sure I had Phoenix as one of my main cities in the weather on my phone so I could remind myself of where I was going and what I could look forward to. That tactic would prove to be effective at keeping me motivated and alive in the first days of the trip.
All the prep work was completed, oil changed, fluids checked and necessary supplies purchased and ready to go a week prior to my departure. I was stoked for some seat time and ready for an adventure. 8 months of winter in this part of Idaho is very depressing and I was due for some good weather and a short break from reality.
About 4 or 5 days prior to the 6th (When I had planned on leaving) I began to develop a toothache. This is a problem I’ve been having for a couple years now and have been procrastinating. I’ve dealt with the pain of it before but for some reason this time it was MUCH worse. I decided I needed to make the call and went in to the dentist. It was recommended that my two rearmost molars be extracted. Because of the close proximity to important nerves controlling my facial muscles and such I would have to undergo the procedure under general anesthesia and would need a couple of recovery days. The only available day to do the surgery was the 6th.
When I arrived for my surgery appointment I was informed of all the horrible, horrible things that could go wrong. I was told I would be in tremendous pain and would have extensive swelling of the area for at least 4-5 days. I was told to be on a liquid diet to avoid getting any food particles caught in the healing tissue where my teeth had currently resided. I was also informed that due to the close proximity of these aforementioned nerves, there would be a slight possibility of damaging them during the removal process. This could cause issues with mouth control and could potentially cause the side of my face and mouth to appear and function as if I had suffered a mild stroke! I nearly backed out. But, in the end I bit the bullet and decided it had to be done.
I woke an hour later, drunk from the anesthesia. Did I mention this is the first time I have EVER had any type of surgery, dental or otherwise? I wasn’t sure how I would react to the anesthesia. I was pleasantly surprised by the outcome and how my body handled it. I handled everything exceptionally well. There was very little swelling, practically no pain and even though it was suggested I put off my trip until Monday the 9th or longer I put together my bike and bags and hit the road on Sunday. I wasn’t about to let a dentist tell me what to do.
Let my tale be a lesson to all young children who did not listen to their mothers. Brush your teeth kids. Or you will pay later!
Morning arrived, bags were packed, bike was prepped, tire pressures were set and I was ready to go. Aside from the strong recommendation of my Dentist and my Wife I set out for a southbound adventure. When left my house in Idaho the weather wasn’t bad. I’d looked at the forecasts the night before and knew I was probably going to get wet. I wasn’t happy about it, but I kept looking at those 90+ degree temperatures in Phoenix and it got me going and kept me moving. I like to keep my routes pretty open and had at least a half dozen ways to get to Arizona at my disposal. Either straight shot south through Nevada or the winding path and lower elevations through Utah. After looking at the weather and seeing moisture forecasted for both routes I decided to take the Utah route. Elevations frequently get up into the 6-7k above sea level in Nevada and there is very little support out in the middle of the Great Basin.
All was good and relatively dry. I made it to Snowville Utah and checked the weather again. Thick clouds and heavy rain was on the radar for every possible southbound route through Utah. So, I bundled up and hit the road. I was told to turn back by several people at the truck stop in Snowville but did I listen? Hell no!
The rain and cold was the worst weather I have ever experienced on a motorcycle. It was a torrential downpour from this point on without any sort of break. My “waterproof” boots were soaked within 50 miles of Snowville and the Fieldsheer jacket and pants I was wearing had me absolutely soaked to the bone. Initially I had planned on taking a detour around Salt Lake City because I generally don’t prefer to ride in heavy interstate highway traffic. I decided to save the time and avoid going around SLC because once again, the elevations rise pretty high over there and there was a good chance I would run into snow and ice. I was so cold and soaked that I had to stop about every 50 miles and find a gas station or convenience store to warm up in. I was making horrible time and was afraid I would not reach my destination of Nephi Utah. (The cheapest motels in the area)
About halfway through the SLC area, during near rush-hour traffic at about 3pm I had my first “oh shit” moment. At 80+ mph in the center of 5 lanes of traffic I lost power. I looked down at my gauges and they were blank. Nothing! I slowed and signaled as best as I could that I was moving to the shoulder, nearly got killed a couple times by crazy Utah drivers but I made it across and stopped on the side of the road, the bike still dead. The first thought that went through my mind was I had sucked some water in the intake and she was just water-logged. But this wouldn’t explain my loss of all electrical systems. I let the bike sit for a couple minutes and tried the key again. She came to life and started right up. A fluke? I think not. The Mistress did this to me 4 or 5 more times before finally reaching my exit at Nephi and she was running just fine until I stopped at an intersection about a mile away from my Motel 6 destination. Dead in the middle of the intersection I hopped off the bike and pushed her under a Wells Fargo drive through to help dry er’ out. After fiddling with it for 20 minutes or so, she finally came back from the dead and I was able to squeeze out one last mile where I parked her under cover for the night. I unpacked my soaked gear, laid it out to dry in the motel room and walked across the street for some grub hoping my water soaked Mistress would dry out by morning.
I slept well that night.
I’ll bet you are wondering where all the pictures are? Well, when you are soaked to the bone and freezing cold and dealing with a motorcycle that doesn’t feel like cooperating. Well, I suppose the motivation to take photographs sort of goes out the window. My apologies.
I woke with delusional thoughts in my mind that the weather would have broke and I would get some sort of a break from the rain. Wrong! It was raining just as hard as it was when I arrived the night before. I was disheartened and felt as if I had done something wrong in my life to deserve such a horrible experience. But I kept looking at that weather forecast for Phoenix. 95 Degrees. Only a few hundred more miles and I’d be out of this shit and into paradise.
I made my way out to the bike, put in the key and she roared to life with no hesitation whatsoever. Good news on this horrible, wet day. I loaded her down and hit the road.
The bike was running as if there had never been a problem. I was making time and it was nice to be off the interstate and on some lower traffic two lane highways toward Richfield Utah.
I made it to Richfield…barely.
I pulled into a gas station to fuel up and warm up. Went inside and had a cup of coffee and found a place to sit out of the cold and rain. When I decided it was time to go, I reluctantly made my way to my bike, got suited up and when I tried to start the bitch, she protested and refused entirely. I was stuck. In BFE Utah of all places. As I was fiddling around with the bike she fired once or twice when on the kickstand, but as soon as I hopped on she would die.
I was approached by a concerned passerby. “You alright man?” I just sort of stared at him. “Do I look alright?” I shook off my anger, introduced myself and shook the hand of the man who would save my life and would have the greatest impact of anyone I met along the trip. This man, my new best friend turned out to be the timeliest “Good Samaritan” I have ever met. And it turned out he was a motorcyclist himself. And, big surprise, he had a close friend with a motorcycle shop not 5 miles away. He offered a dry place to work on the bike and all the tools I could ever need to get the job done. Strangely, the Mistress fired right up and I followed him to a little hole in the wall motorcycle shop in Monroe Utah. They made space for me, introduced me to the family and I got to work. If you are ever going through the area, please stop by and give this place some business. It’s called “Sprockets” and they are the nicest bunch of people I have ever met.
This is where I curse myself for my poor judgment and lack of engineering skill. :duh: When I designed the rack system for my bike I neglected to consider the fact that I may need to get under the seat at some point. The entire system has to come off in order to remove the seat and get to the battery or lift the tank. That being said, I cussed myself (Under my breath mind you, because I had a new little friend who never left my side while I was hard at work) my work companion, 5 year old Charger (Awesome name right?) made sure to ask me every pertinent question about my life and times and why I was riding a motorcycle in this horrible rainy weather and not driving a car so I wouldn’t get wet. To this, I answered; “I don’t know, I think I am just an idiot.”
The bags and rack system were removed a short time later and I was able to access my under-tray. I expected puddles of water and soaked electronics. I was completely wrong! Bone dry, not a drop of water to be seen. How could this be? What else could cause these problems? All sorts of morbid solutions were rolling through my mind when I noticed the little rubber red piece attached to the positive battery terminal was slightly melted. I thought to myself, that wasn’t like that before, was it? Upon further inspection I noticed the bolt and nut on the terminal were not tight and would not tighten any further than they already were. That’s weird? The shop owner offered me a new terminal from a battery he had sitting in the shop. It was installed and the bike fired right up. I checked a few other things just to make certain this was the only contributing factor and decided that it was. Everything else looked like it had when I had left two days prior.
I put er’ back together, loaded up my bags and pushed her back out into the rain. She fired right up. I said my goodbyes and hit the road once again.
From here I considered two routes. A slightly easterly route toward Moab and then south, or south and southwest toward Vegas where I knew the weather would warm up. I chose the Vegas route mostly because when I looked at the sky toward Moab, it was black and toward Cedar City/St. George Utah it was cloudy, obviously raining, but didn’t look like the apocalypse in progress.
In order to get to Cedar City from Monroe you have to hop on I-70 and cross a high mountain pass. This was the only way, aside from side roads with trees and shaded road, a nice place to find some ice and a broken neck. The elevation began to climb and it kept climbing until I reached the summit at around 7k feet. There was snow on the side of the road and it was cold and raining. Near the top, the rain began to thicken and turned to slush. If you’ve never ridden in conditions like this, I strongly suggest you don’t. I slowed to 45 or 50 and kept on moving. My shield kept building up with ice and I couldn’t see, then to make matters worse I kept getting passed by large trucks sending freezing spray my way. I rode with one hand on my visor as far open as I could get it to keep it from fogging up too badly and the other one shakily on the throttle.
Finally, I started my downward descent toward the I-15 interchange and Beaver, UT where I would stop to warm up. I made it, alive! I pulled into the first gas station I found, shivering, and probably near hypothermia. Got inside, sat down with a cup of hot coffee and tried to warm up. I just couldn’t get warm. I looked out the window and saw a Super 8. After sitting in the gas station trying to get warm with minimal success I thought to myself, maybe I should just stop. I checked online the cost of a room in Beaver (No pun intended) and it was a little higher priced than I wanted to pay but I thought I’d rather spend a little more money and not die! I hopped on the bike and pulled into the lot of the motel. Just then, I saw 4 guys on Harley’s pass by and get on the Interstate. Southbound toward Cedar City and I thought to myself, well if those jackasses can do it, so can I! I got back on the bike and decided to hit a Wendy’s for some grub and a bit more warm-up time. By the time I was finished eating I had made up my mind. I went for it!
I regretted that decision about 20 miles from Beaver when the elevation began to climb again. I instantly remembered there was another mountain pass to cross before Cedar City and if I remembered correctly this one got up in the 6-7k range as well. But I was already committed by then and kept going. The story is pretty much the same as the previous mountain pass on I-70; ice on the helmet, fear for my life and wanting to give up. I said to myself, “God, just take me now!” But, I made it to the summit and back down the other side. The further I went, the quicker the elevation fell and every inch of the way I could feel the temperature rise. The higher the temps got, the more the rain subsided and the more I dried out and warmed up, the more my spirits rose. I found myself at the Cedar City exit and I pulled into a gas station to get some fuel. I was completely rejuvenated! I checked motel prices for Cedar City, St. George and beyond and found the area to be way overpriced. But then a thought occurred to me. Why not stay in Mesquite Nevada? I checked room rates and was delighted to find a room in one of the newly refurbished Casino/Hotels for a paltry $25 a night and thought to myself, hell, being the cheap bastard that I am I could make that in even the worst conditions!
I hit the road again. The miles just melted into my machine and I quickly found myself in St. George. It was warm, practically hot there! And I continued until I reached Mesquite and made my way to the Virgin River Hotel and Casino where a lovely Indian girl noticed I was in full motorcycle gear and went out of her way to make sure I received a room on the ground floor.
It was everything I had expected it to be, mostly warm and dry. After a shower I made my way to the Casino for some dinner and a much needed drink.
I’ve never stopped in Mesquite before but I must say, it is a nice little town, clean and Classy. A “Poor man’s Vegas.” There are very few places I know of where you can get a room and a steak dinner for less than $40 these days and Mesquite happens to be one of them. I was very thankful for this turn of luck.
I hit the rack excited for the following day. I just knew it would be stellar!
The first thing I did when I woke up is look out the window. What did I see? Sunshine of course! And my dirty, dirty Mistress sitting there waiting for a glorious finale to the first portion of this trip.
I was ecstatic to be able to dress for the ride and not be concerned with wet weather. I was also excited to have the chance to wear summer gloves with a more tactile feel to them. It is like a whole new world when you can finally switch back to light gloves. The weather was amazing, I decided I would loop around Lake Mead and check out the Hoover Dam while I was there. I took Highway 169 and looped around Lake Mead and the Las Vegas Bay near the Valley of Fire.
There were still some clouds.
I never got wet though.
The first glimpses of Lake Mead
My mule...er...Mistress, begging for more!
The scenery was amazing! Looking at Google maps, the new bypass bridge on Highway 93 runs right by the dam and I thought I could get a good view without spending the money and time to be a tourist and take the dam road in. I was wrong, those DOT bastards made the barriers on the bridge just high enough that I couldn’t see anything as I was crossing and by the time I got there I didn’t want to turn back and retrace my steps just to see it. I kept on going and made it to Kingman Arizona. I grabbed a burger at the first Carl’s Jr. I came to and filled up the gas tank yet again.
I decided I would finish the trip today. I was tired of being on the bike and dealing with shit weather and reveled in the thought of being able to burn some miles for once!
I left Kingman with a vengeance and continued to find other cars and bikes moving at insane speeds through the Arizona desert, I’d say I averaged 85-90 mph on the stretch between Kingman and the North end of Phoenix and when I saw the skyscrapers towering above the desert floor I knew this portion of the journey was nearly complete. It’s amazing how much things like this will affect your motivation and energy levels. I pushed it, and kept her going until I pulled into the driveway of my Mom’s house in Coolidge. I rang the doorbell and collapsed on the floor.
Those had been the longest three days of my life. But it was over and I was with family and friends. More importantly, it was hotter than hell and I was loving every second of that dry Arizona heat!
While I was there:
That first day off the bike I couldn’t help but just veg out and enjoy some peace and quiet. Spent some time with my Mom and enjoyed my Brother and his family. I hadn’t seen my nephews in so long, they have grown so much.
Closer to the next weekend, I decided I wanted to make my way to Apache Junction to see my Uncle and his family. While I went that way, we decided to check out Canyon Lake and Highway 88. I was wiped by the end of the day from swimming and playing with the Nephews in the Lake and decided against finishing the remainder of Highway 88 to Roosevelt. This was, after all supposed to be a vacation, right? My Uncle ended up being busy that day so I made my way into Mesa to stay with a friend and his wife for a couple nights. It’s always good to catch up with an old friend and get to know the lady in his life now.
I finally caught up to my Uncle and we had planned on hooking up for a ride in the area but it got too late. I was surprised when he pulled this contraption out of the garage though.
I made my way back to Coolidge and spent some more time with the family. On the 16th I took the entire family to a Diamondback’s game at Chase Field. It was a highlight of the trip, I haven’t been to a Major League Baseball game since I was a kid in the 80’s and I’d forgotten how cool an MLB stadium and game were.
Pretty cool to see the moon from where we were. I wish those lights hadn't been on right then.
I've never been this close to a World Series Trophy before.
After the game I wanted to check out the downtown area. I love the skyscrapers in big cities, it’s so much the opposite of everywhere I’ve ever lived and it fascinates me. My Brother wanted to show me the stadium where the Arizona Cardinals play, so we drove out to Glendale to check it out. And they weren’t kidding. It looks like a toaster in the middle of the desert! It was a great ending to a great night.
While I was there I sampled some of the local cuisine. My friend took me out to Joe’s BBQ in Gilbert, supposedly the best BBQ in the entire state. And I must say I was not disappointed, great food, great atmosphere and amazing home-made Root beer
Some of the best food I had while there was cooked by my sister-in-law. I didn’t have to go out for food once while I was near her house. I would have taken pictures of it, but it never lasted long in a house with two hungry teenage boys and an 8 year old with a hollow leg.
I was supposed to sample some authentic Mexican food while I was there because according to them, the Mexican food up north is no better than Taco Bell. We never got around to it. Too much stupendous home cooking!
In the end, I had a great time. My first visit to Arizona was a very pleasant experience and I kinda liked it there.
Return Ride Day 1:
After hugs and goodbyes I hit the road, destined for Idaho. After all, I had to be back to work in 4 days! I had hoped the weather would cooperate for the return trip, all the forecasts while I was in Arizona showed perfect weather. Not a drop of rain to be seen. But now, of course it was not clear. North of Arizona and the Salt Lake City area showed significant weather patterns nearly identical to what I had experienced on the way down. I was not hopeful that the return trip would be any more enjoyable than the trip down. But, I have obligations.
So here we go again!
While I was in Arizona I started to notice my rear tire was getting to be on its last legs and figured I should probably consider replacing it before heading home. I checked every shop in the area and just couldn’t find a deal anywhere close to what I could get at home and online so in the end I said screw it!
That first day was fantastic! If anyone is familiar with my current circumstances they know I have been considering a move to a more temperate climate. I’ve been going through a divorce and there is a part of me that just flat-out wants a change of pace. I fantasize about living somewhere I can ride year round (or close to year round) and I’ve been researching areas I might consider when this time comes, if ever. Prescott and Flagstaff have been on my list and I wanted to see them and get a feel for how I like the towns. So, based on this and recommendations from the locals (shalihe74 and others) I decided to check out Highway 89A through Prescott and Sedona and up to Flagstaff.
Needless to say, this was the highlight of the ride portion. Some of the most beautiful areas I have ever seen. The weather was flawless and the curves were plentiful. I finally scrubbed some of the rubber off the sides of my tires! (Good considering I didn’t have much left in the middle). I really liked Prescott and am strongly considering moving there now. Flagstaff wasn’t bad either, though it’s a bit colder than I may be looking for if I decide to make the move to Arizona.
Heading toward Prescott
Coming down after Prescott heading for Sedona
Anyway…I played tourist a little this day. Stopped and took some pictures and enjoyed the sights. Sedona is a lovely little tourist trap and I was completely blown away when I dropped down into Jerome Arizona. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever seen a town built on a mountain like that in the United States. That’s a European thing and the entire town had a European feel to it. It was a huge surprise!
View from Jerome
Coming into Sedona
Some of the scenery around Sedona
It got a little chilly as I made my way into the pine trees and mountains near Flagstaff. A lovely little college town where I got some dinner, caught a movie and nabbed some shuteye at the Howard Johnson.
A great day, and encouragement for the rest of the ride home, which I knew would probably be sopping wet.
Return Ride Day 2:
Good morning in Flagstaff, I had a bad feeling about this day. I timidly peeked out the window and saw, much to my dismay, it was raining. My poor Mistress had been resting outside in the pouring rain, but as usual she was quickly purring and ready to hit the road.
Unfortunately, in order to leave Flagstaff you must climb in elevation. Flagstaff isn’t exactly at a low point either so guess what? Snow and slush, just my luck; I can’t freaking’ catch a break. The rain quickly turned to something much more treacherous, but I had waited until 11am in order to avoid the possibility of too much snow or slick roads. It turned out alright and thanks to the freshly purchased Wal-Mart special rain suit I was relatively dry the rest of the ride home.
After leaving Flagstaff and looking at the weather patterns I decided I was going to detour to the east and make my way up through Utah through Moab. This ended up being a good decision and the weather cleared for the most part. I got wet a few more times and saw some snow on the side of the highway in spots where the elevation increased enough, but for the most part it was tolerable.
I grabbed some lunch in Kayenta Arizona, met a nice local on a Harley and ran across a large group of German tourists on (I assume) rented Harleys. They were a pleasant and entertaining group of guys who didn’t speak much English. It’s always comical to watch the locals interact with people like this, they were like aliens.
Back on the road, I continued east and northeast until I found myself in Blanding Utah at a gas station warming up. I met a kindhearted truck driver who asked where I was going and when I told him I was trying to make it to Green River Utah he frowned and said, “When you get to Moab, look left. If those clouds are black, stay in Moab or you’ll regret it.” I told him I’d consider his advice. I didn’t want to stay in Moab, not because it’s a bad place to say, but because it is expensive and odds are good all the motels would be booked by the time I got there.
I arrived shortly thereafter in Moab. I looked left, as per the trucker’s suggestion and much to my dismay those clouds were as black as can be. I made the judgment call and decided to find a room in Moab. This task proved to be nearly impossible and I only found a room in the very last motel I checked at the far north end of town. Luckily it was one of the cheaper places in town and I got a good room on the ground level right near the exit where my bike was parked. Good luck.
I walked the town for a while, checked out some shops and enjoyed the sights of Moab. I grabbed a burger and a brew at a local restaurant, Zax; and Hit the hay yet again.
Return Ride Day 3:
It was dry when I left it? Morning in Moab proved to be rainy again but the direction I was heading didn’t look as bad as it had the prior evening. So, I loaded up the Mistress and hit the road bound for Logan Utah to see my kids for a couple of days before going home.
Morning in Moab
The first portion of the day, heading to Green River from Moab was a rainy and wet one but by the time I got to Green River, the weather began to cooperate a little and gave me some breaks every now and again. I never really got too wet this day and I was extremely thankful for this blessing.
The route took me through Price Utah and dropped me off on the interstate just south of Provo where I put the hammer down and ran the tank nearly dry before stopping for lunch and fuel. The section of road on Highway 6 from Price to Spanish Fork was absolutely stunning. A huge surprise, great high speed corners and tolerable weather led to some actual enjoyment that day! The only unfortunate part is that road is extremely well patrolled by the local and state police and I had to keep my speed down because I kept seeing them the whole way. But they at least warn you with signs informing you of increased patrols in the area. All in all, it was a great stretch of highway.
Stopped for lunch in Bountiful Utah
Throughout the day, it seemed like a ray of sunshine was following me. Everywhere in the SLC valley it was cloudy and appeared to be raining. Everywhere except where I was, I can’t explain it but I didn’t see much, if any rain the rest of the day until I had to make the ride up and over the hill from Brigham City to Logan. It got a little wet and cold but I know that road by heart and it wasn’t nearly as stressful as the other mountain passes I have experienced on this ride.
I made it to Logan on a wing and a prayer and found my way to the Townhouse I am paying for but not living in. And I finally got to see my two boys. I also received great news from work and was informed I could take an extra two days off so I could spend some more time with them. It was a great two days in the lovely Cache Valley. The rain subsided a bit on Friday and then nearly completely on Saturday when I decided to make my way home to Idaho.
Cache Valley Utah
All snuggled up for the night
Return Ride Day 4:
I chose this day because it had the least likelihood of getting me soaking wet. I made a good decision. The ride was dry nearly the entire day, I ran into a little patch of rain in Garland Utah but after that it was all smooth sailing. The only thing I fought is the southern Idaho wind. It blows nearly constantly in the Snake River plain, basically the entirety of southern Idaho. But it was clear, and that’s all I asked of the day.
I’ve driven that stretch of road hundreds of times and could do it with my eyes closed but unfortunately I had to take it fairly slow because I was concerned about that rear tire and I just wanted to make it home in one piece.
I stopped near Twin Falls and decided to stretch my legs and show off a little of the famous Snake River canyon. This is the canyon that Evel Knievel jumped his motorcycle over. Not the exact location, that’s right beside Twin Falls. In fact, the ramp that was used is still standing.
The Hansen Bridge
The Snake River Canyon
I detoured off the Interstate and took some familiar back roads and shortcuts and made my way home. I almost made it the entire trip without an interaction with the rozzers but I couldn’t help myself in Shoshone. Luckily I know every cop in town and what started out as interest in the zippy sport bike heading through town ended in a B.S. session at the local pit stop. Good catching up with friends as usual.
Getting closer to home
Descending into the lovely Wood River Valley
Only 55 miles to go from there, I topped off (Since the price of fuel increases by about $0.40/gal in those 55 miles and headed home into very familiar lands. I found myself pulling into the driveway just as it started to rain again. Thank goodness!
Some stats for the trip; I get stupendous fuel economy when I ride alone. I lost the first portion of the trip on the trip computer because of the battery issues I was having so these images don’t reflect the first 600 or so miles of the ride. But I was thoroughly impressed with how efficient this bike is and she never ceases to amaze me at how versatile she is.
Average Fuel economy for the duration of the trip :thumbup
The amount of miles recorded after the bike got fixed
Hours in the saddle
(FYI, that little cubby hole above the gauges and under the visor is a great place to keep a microfiber towel for wiping off truck spray) :thumbup
My rear tire at the end, nearly toast but it made it.
Awesome ride and you did a lot of miles solo.
Hasn't rained down here in six months and you got soaked, seems to go that way. We went to Coos Bay Oregon last summer and got 3" of rain in one day. It was like being shot by a fire hose for 8 hours. But now that we did it, we feel like we can handle anything. EXCEPT snow and ice, that's kind of where this old, fat guy draws the line.
Good report and glad you made it safely and got to see your family.
Thanks for taking us along with you. Have not been to the Sedona area for years. I See I need to get back out there.
Thanks, it was a warmup for a long solo ride this fall. 6-8k miles solo! :evil
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