No Thru Traffic

From Mesa Verde we had a terrible trek through the desert to get to our next destination: the Grand Canyon.

Along the way I wanted to see Monument Valley. The hope was to gather a pack of inspired bikers to follow us on our journey, only to turn around to them in Monument Valley and tell them we wanted to go home. Forest Gump would have been proud.

Instead though, we had a van full of European tourists gawking at the sights. Only because he does this all the time, not because they were cute, Ryan did a fiery burnout and flawlessly transitioned into a wheelie while blasting Born to be Wild. He wanted to show them what America was really about.

I meanwhile sputtered behind him, my clutch or transmission, or clutch cable slowly failing resulted in another slip out of second and into neutral. I think they liked my show better.

A windy and sand stormy hell followed. Our paint loved it, I’m sure.

The worst day of riding yet, by far. At least it followed the best day – yesterday.

Now we are in the Grand Canyon – somehow sleeping in a $12 site that was open when we arrived at 7:00pm.

Tomorrow (Saturday) is a day through desert hell again, on to Las Vegas.

I’d update while there, but, well you know… what happens in Vegas…