Further down the road things were getting interesting. I was far away from major cities and the terrain and structures reflected rural Texas at its finest. I had to stop and take a picture of these wild homemade windmills, there must have been a hundred of them… broken and disconnected from the grid.
For some reason I enjoy scenes of long desolate highways.
The heat was starting to get to me and it wasn’t even the hottest part of the day yet. I found it was cooler to ride with the visor down and jacket on. Anytime I had to put the visor up to scratch my face or adjust my glasses the wind felt like a blowtorch on my skin. My boots were so hot it felt like my feet were on fire. Several times I stopped at the gas station and poured water over my boots to cool them down.
At one point I saw the temp gauge hit 110!