I couldn't have put it better myself, Brother Michael. 111 at 11am in Henderson NV. Today we traveled from Vegas to the Grand Canyon, but that doesn't begin to cover it.
If Michael or I are ever in charge of getting you somewhere that we're unfamiliar with, you ain't getting there. We got lost in Vegas, Kingman and in the Park itself. There's only 2 or 3 roads in the park, but we managed to screw it up. But we've managed to make that work for us.
I'm on the Park's internet, so I can't upload pictures tonight, I'll try tomorrow in Cortez.
While getting lost looking for breakfast in Henderson, we found a great restaurant that had breakfast burritos that put Anita's to shame. Freshly made cornmeal tortillas, fabulous.
We didn't get lost at the Hoover Dam, but it would be nice if that place was just lost and forgotten. Hotter than hell and lunar landscaped. Nothing worth going back for.
We tried to go on Rte 66, but managed to go 5 miles on it and end up exactly where we started. So we decided to go on 40 and just get where we were going. So we go up a mountain, and an amazingly scenic valley would reveal itself on the other side, then we go up another mountain, then another valley, then another mountain, OK I GET IT. IT'S SCENIC, OK!
So anyone who knows any of the story of my honeymoon knows me and arizona and motorcycles means rain. Furious thunderstorms and lightning that looks 100 miles long. Luckily we skirted the edges of them until 30 miles from the park where it just let loose. We pulled off in a gas station to wait it out at the same time a 50ish woman on a bike pulled in. She started in Maine, last Monday and rode out to the Canyon, via Niagara and Sturgis. Well, now don't we feel like wusses.
Yesterday in Vegas a small piece of tractor trailer tire flew into my lane so of course I hit it. Today, following Michael, a small metal piece flies into my lane, so of course I hit it. Only this time, I see that Michael's right saddlebag is coming open and I'm about to be hit by his smelly sweatpants. It turns out that metal piece was part of his saddlebag, so we did the traditional Harley roadside repair with bungie cords and moved on.
After we got to the park (4 minutes left on my internet connection, sorry ) , we were unloading our bikes when a 50ish British lady(Bev) asked for help finding her campsite. So we gave her a ride on the bikes to her campsite, which was an international adventure tour group. Thanking us for delivering her, they fed us dinner, (bbq chicken, baked potato, corn, good stuff).
Michael saw the canyon for the first time and we agree. We do not have the words to adequately describe it, and pictures don't do it justice. Come here, see it.
Pigment ranking for today : Medium Rare
Money situation, better, I won $45 in vegas.
Musical Notes,
Allman Bros - Les Brers in A minor is just made for a motorcycle. That bassline just twists the throttle for you.
Ministry - Just one Fix, just seems so right for riding the Vegas strip
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How does one listen to music on a bike? Are the helmets equipped to have music pumped directly through them, or do you have your headphones up underneath the helmet? Allman Brothers is a good choice.
At least you had a HOTEL room to stay in, instead of a tent on the rim with a broken air mattress pad, while it rained.
Dammit, you should have taken Eddie Vedder's Into the Wild soundtrack. Buy it in Cortez or Moab if you see it.
Pat, what helmets? The bikes have mp3 players in the stereos.
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