The best laid plans of mice and men netted only an earnest kettle of fish. So it's back in the saddle again for a more leisurely drive down historic route 66.
Saw a lot of big Harley groups along the way, some small groups, likely due in part to thunder valley rally.
Camped a night at Clear Creek in Verde. Swinging in the trees when I got a whiff of Pepe lepew upwind. Thinking to myself, I hope nothing scares this guy. We share a certain trait when things startle us. Makes a big stink.
Visited the town of Oatman, picked up a thimble, patch, and a t-shirt before heading further down the road.
That section of route 66 makes Tortilla Flat look simple. So many blind and hill hidden corners. Actually managed a full lean turn in 1st gear it was that tight! They don't call it sidewinder for nothin. Big news in town is a brother sent his trike off the cliff in that same hairpin. He's gonna live, and the trike is NOT okay.
The miniature Moto museum's in oatman were were the stop
I didn't take a stop for many pictures en route to Barstow. But somewhere outside of it(get the reference?) In Mojave county, I found the greenest natural grass in all of Arizona. North of Havasu in Golden Shores.
Happy cows do not some from California, the grass there stinks like Pepe back in Verde.
I'm gonna revisit death valley again. Because when in Rome!
As the signs said,
ARE YOU A DAISY
IF YOU KEEP PUSHING
THE SPEEDOMETER HIGHER
THATS WHAT YOU'LL BECOME
You're a daisy if you do ;-)
