We left Phoenix late and only made it to Wickenburg on
account of the smell of food in the air. We had a rough day so we made sure we
had a hotel room with a Jacuzzi and a fridge (for the beer we brought). Michael
had an accident on the KLR while trying to get it into the diesel truck for
Alaska. He drove it up the ramp… way to fast, and couldn’t stop on the aluminum
decking of the semi- truck container… he slid (going very fast) into the back
end of the truck and into the tools. When he hit the wall, he flew into the
broke the mirror off when he hit it with his chest. He banged up his shoulder,
wrist and got a pretty good sized bite taken out of his chest. We chalked it up
to a couple of thoughts: He was damn lucky; I wished I filmed it.
Close to what he was trying to ride (Image: http://www.visionmasters.com) |
What it looks like when a motorcycle mirror bites you. |
We sat in the Jacuzzi and drank Kiltlifter and enjoyed
stars, palm trees, a gentle breeze, and southwestern ambiance. The soaking
helped his soreness.
Kilt Lifter by http://www.summitbrew.com/ |
We left Wickenburg with coffee on the mind and rolled into
Kingman, AZ. No coffee. Damn. We had breakfast at IHOP in Kingman on account of
not being able to find the coffee shop the Iphone was claiming existed. The
waitress sweetly suggested that I get the “senior” special when I said the
portions were so big and I wasn’t that hungry… Michael snickered.
We left Arizona and rolled into Nevada. I once heard someone
say the state bird of Nevada is the Walmart bag.. so true. The ugly eye sore of
Vegas was soon upon us. My thighs were sore later that night from clenching the
tank so hard as we drove through Vegas traffic. The drivers are nuts, and go so
fast without looking. I wanted to live, and I was having a bad omen about this
trip. We got through without a hitch.
We visited with Michael’s grandmother and uncle in St.
George, Utah. They filled us up with butterfingers and coffee for the road (got
to love relatives that do that). We wanted to get closer to Salt Lake, even
though it was already dark, so we passed on the offer or a place to stay and
continued on to Cedar City.
We stopped for gas and reached for the electric
start on my bike, and it was dead.
Damn. It was so cold, that I was running heated gear,
charging my Iphone, heated grips, and the really nice lights from Tourtech. Way
too much power draw. Michael thinks we
need to put a relay or something into the system. I find this happening to me
frequently when I am maxing out power needs. We let the bike sit for a few
minutes, shut everything off to basics. Michael was able to start the bike back
up, but I rode without the extra lights in the dark all the way to Beaver, Ut.
We stayed in a hotel in Beaver, Utah (yes… this is really
the name of the town). We rolled in late and nothing was in walking distance.
We were cold, on account that we had been riding at the 6500 foot level. We
both wanted soup and beer. We recalled
we left the good beer in the fridge in Wickenburg. We were now in Utah. Damn again.
We settled for coke and pizza (they delivered).