And finally, after a lot of 75 mph riding in serious cross winds, I arrive in Albuquerque. Navigating the west side streets, I arrive at my nephew and niece's home in Rio Rancho in 420 miles later.
Saturday morning, I awoke to sleet hitting my bedroom window at 5:30am. I thought....well crap......rolled over and went back to sleep, thinking that I might as well get some rest if I can't ride. The 7:30 alarm only revealed that the sleet had changed to rain at 43 degrees. After a cup of coffee and some debate between my nephew and niece, I took their advice, borrowing their pickup to haul the bike home, instead of riding the rest of the trip.
Here is the pic of the heroes!
Darn good thing I took my kin's advice....this is what I dealt with for a good 150 miles in northern NM.
And then upon arriving home....I have one happy young man!