Safely home, after a wonderful weekend. It took us exactly 12hrs to cover the 670 miles from Page to Huntington Beach. Our GPS (Sheila) showed us a novel way to get through Flagstaff. Who would have thought that those tiny little roads formed the best route through a big city? It was an interesting detour.
Loved the road from Page to Flagstaff. The temperature was perfect - requiring jacket liners and warm gloves. The rest of the day was a steady 108 degrees or so. And yes, I burned my legs on the tank again. Pouring a jug of cold water over myself at a rest stop helped for a while, but then that turned into super-heated steam when my legs hit the tank. Ah! the joys of riding a first gen, and sitting on the tank instead of the seat!
We had lunch in Seligman, where the food was mediocre but the ambiance made up for it. Felt as though we were in the movie 'Cars', with the rusty old tow-truck parked outside.
Waved to Duke (and handler) as we passed their abode but we may have been going a bit too fast for them to see us.
Crossed the border in Kalifornya and instantly hooked up with the rolling road blocks. How is that people in AZ just GET IT, about passing then pulling over? Fortunately, we have the technology to get around the slow pokes, no matter where they pitch their camp.
A huge thank you to Burke, for all the hard work and worry that went into this event. It appeared to run so smoothly that we didn't see any effort at all. That's for sure, due to all the hard graft that was done behind the scenes, before and during the event.
Can't tell you how wonderful it was to put faces to names, to meet new friends and just hang out with good people. Old Michael was there too! (Great to see you again OM. I won't tell anyone else about the lilac toe-nail polish).
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