NASCAR, Reunions, and the Road

I flew down to Phoenix and met up with Michael. Michael is coming back to Anchorage (yay).  While in Phoenix, I got the opportunity to see a NASCAR race. 

Michael’s family drove down from Utah and we all went to the races. What a riot. It was more exciting than I thought it would be; there were cars crashing all over the place (this is unusual apparently).

Danica Patrick crosses the finish line in flames (Photo: NASCAR)

 I cheered for the only girl, Danica Patrick, and see finished 17^th overall, even though she crashed on the final lap.

Michael enjoys NASCAR

 We spent the last couple of days getting the Phoenix house ready to turn over to property management; it was time for a quick 3 day motorcycle break. We headed to Tucson, the long way (via Globe, AZ). I spent the day getting used to my motorcycle again, I had not ridden Helly since I broke my arm last year. We wandered aimlessly stopping to confirm that all powers bars taste like cardboard regardless of brand. I was a little frightened near Superior on account of the winding climb that was recently coated with fresh oil, but all was well. The day ended with a beautiful drive down 77 which put us at the doorstep of our friends Dave and Vonda in Oro Valley.

Dave and Vonda had a personal goal of stuffing us with a great dinner waiting, cold beer, desert, and popcorn. We caught up on recent and old times.