After a windy and dusty night, we packed up and headed for civilization.
And ended up in the town of Escalante. Breakfast and calls for a U-Haul....to be miles away
We were set upon by an older biker with a ratty ponytail and a penchant for continuing to offer his services...as he was the local "guy"....or so he presented himself.
"Wiggle the green wire under the throttle body...", was one of his gems....He finally left us alone after the fourth or fifth try...
The waitress from breakfast told us to stay clear of the guy as he was a bit of a hustler....or so she said