Stopped for gas and hot coffee… it was a chilly day. I had all the liners in my R2P, and my “warmer than sidi’s” Gaerne boots on but was still cold. Im pretty sure Rob was trying to think of a way to plug the little holes in his leathers.
I did not photograph the entertaining character we met there… when I came out of the gas station he was just finishing explaining to Rob something to do with how a boxer engine will destroy itself if you don’t put oil in it for 1200 miles… I meant to ask after he left for the short version of WTF he was talking about but then this showed up:
Would have liked to see/hear a mass of rice cooking up the perimeter of Tucson, but we had other plans… oh, wait… we don’t really ever have a plan. More like a thought… so we went south.
Gratuitous Bike pics
If I was cool, I would photoshop out the satellite dish… but im not cool am i?
Towns of less than 100 people are just somehow appealing to me. Last time we stopped here, there were some kids selling some fruit or something in front of the place with the dish… If they were selling hot cocoa, I’d have stopped today. I somehow wanted to get fuel from this pump too, which I think was just decorational at this point.
There are three ways into/out of this place. The one we came in on, the other paved one, and a dirt road. “Primitive” roads they are called out here.
I think the rule is don’t ever go to the light… We actually stopped because I couldn’t remember which way was paved. As we pulled away I believe my statement was “it’s a good thing we stopped cuz I was about to go the other way”, and we went right instead of left.
Long ago, I read maps and navigated… I even did route reconnaissance… for a living.
But then again, I didn’t bring a map. You’ll see:
