I'm hoping the weather warms up a tad tomorrow as they say it will, and the sun keeps shining, so I can head out for a nice long ride. I've already planned my first big road trip of the year. In early May, after the session ends, I'll head south into California to visit my friend Dave and his family in the bay area, then I'll head down to Nogales, Arizona on the Mexican border and pick up the southern most point of US-89 and ride it all the way back up to the Canadian border. I have a very personal connection to this road -- it's like my own personal Route 66. You see, US-89 is the main drag where I grew up in Salt Lake City. It's also the main street in Tempe and Phoenix, Arizona where I lived and went to school. It starts in Nogales, runs north to Tucson and into Mesa, Tempe, and Phoenix, then up to Flagstaff, through Southern Utah, up to Nephi, Utah where my father was born, through Salt Lake City, and into Davis County, Utah and Farmington where my Grandmother was born, into Ogden, Utah and up through Southeast Idaho where my Mother was born. I can trace much of my family roots along US-89, so a journy up it might make for an interesting story or book. I figure I'll take about two weeks to do the circuit, and spend the rest of the summer writing about it.Meanwhile, the bikes sit content in their garage, anxious as I am to be taken out for a ride. When the Red Rocker was in for some work a couple of weeks ago I had them paint the oil tank to match the rest of the bike. The sun was shining in the garage door as I was working this afternoon, and it just gleemed off of her new paint. I can't wait until summer.
A Winter's Day Of Puttering
I'm hoping the weather warms up a tad tomorrow as they say it will, and the sun keeps shining, so I can head out for a nice long ride. I've already planned my first big road trip of the year. In early May, after the session ends, I'll head south into California to visit my friend Dave and his family in the bay area, then I'll head down to Nogales, Arizona on the Mexican border and pick up the southern most point of US-89 and ride it all the way back up to the Canadian border. I have a very personal connection to this road -- it's like my own personal Route 66. You see, US-89 is the main drag where I grew up in Salt Lake City. It's also the main street in Tempe and Phoenix, Arizona where I lived and went to school. It starts in Nogales, runs north to Tucson and into Mesa, Tempe, and Phoenix, then up to Flagstaff, through Southern Utah, up to Nephi, Utah where my father was born, through Salt Lake City, and into Davis County, Utah and Farmington where my Grandmother was born, into Ogden, Utah and up through Southeast Idaho where my Mother was born. I can trace much of my family roots along US-89, so a journy up it might make for an interesting story or book. I figure I'll take about two weeks to do the circuit, and spend the rest of the summer writing about it.Meanwhile, the bikes sit content in their garage, anxious as I am to be taken out for a ride. When the Red Rocker was in for some work a couple of weeks ago I had them paint the oil tank to match the rest of the bike. The sun was shining in the garage door as I was working this afternoon, and it just gleemed off of her new paint. I can't wait until summer.
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