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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by baldwithglasses, Aug 21, 2009.
I thought I had more photos of my friends from Arizona, and I can't find 'em.
I want to thank Adam and Vicki for opening their home and their ears to my personal problems.
I thank Omar from Motoghost(go there if you're in Phoenix and need your k-bike, f-bike, and/or Oilheads serviced and repaired) for letting me crash at his place for over a month while I got my head straight and also for letting me hang out at the shop. Omar also listened to my tales of woe without judgement- thank you.
Dan, thank for introducing me to the old guys at the American Legion- what a treasure trove! Old jet mechanics, drag racers, guys who have ridden more hard miles and spun more wrenches than anyone... I miss you guys too. Also, Dan helped me sort out some more problems with my Airhead. Dan Roth- if you see him at the rallies, introduce yourself. He's a younger guy, great character, passionate about our Beemers.
Erich, it was great riding and camping in Flagstaff. Thanks for introducing me to the out-of-the-way places up there. I look forward to riding with you again.
Again, I spent more than my fair share of time at MotoGhost, which was nice because Omar also let me crash at his place for a few weeks.
Dan Roth (blue) also helped me tweak the bike-o-matic quite a bit.
That's Stephen catching some gas- he's quite a character, too. He's gonna be a great mechanic. Stephen's dad Eric is also a great man and fantastic father. I hope to see them again; I have much to learn from both those guys. BTW- Stephen rebuilt my carbs two years ago, and the bike never ran better.
Some trips are just for fun, this trip was a toss-up between sorting out headspace and running away. Somewhere I decided I had to face whatever it was I was running from.
It's such a gift to have people in your life who accept you and make space for you when you think you're in need. I got real lucky- I had a place to crash, was fed well, and given all the chances I could ask for to give voice to what was bothering me.
I made more friends in Phoenix, and got to enjoy old friends while I was there. Again, what a gift.
It's time to point the bike East, face my unknowns head-on...
mmm... alpine-y goodness...
Oh, and that's EASTERN Arizona. My bad. Eastbound on AZ 260.
Lunchtime, and I was at Show Low. Folks had told me before that the Show low to Salt River Canyon was lovely, so I took a side trip.
I thought at first this was the Salt River Canyon. I was wrong.
I see you brought a bicycle, so if the BMW breaks you can get to a starbucks & search for parts.
have a fun trip!
Hope to swap lies with you when you return- my dad lives only 15 minutes away from you there in Blountsville.
I didn't use that damned bike but a handful of times for the month and a half I was gone. It was a cool concept on paper, but on the bike it was just a sail.
Shore is diff'rent frum Alabammy, y'all!
It's still a nice drive from Show Low. Just watch for the officers.
I passed this tiny little settlement in the rocky hills, marked by a sign that said, "Carrizo". I putted through the beaten-down town. Rez living's like nothing else to my round eyes- I'm shocked to see Americans living in this beautiful country in unmatched squalor- it just doesn't make sense. The thought, "third world" came to mind.
I saw Dennis watering a plant outside his house. His granddaughters were playing outside, and it was a nice tableau. I introduced myself and got a photo.
i rode down and up and soaked in it s beauty, then up to Seneca, then took photos on the way back to Show Low.
The switchbacks, the views, the switchbacks...
Here's Seneca, which looks to be an abandoned resort. There's a manmade impoundment up there on the South rim of the canyon. There's old picnic tables, old cannibalized electrical junction boxes... it was kinda sad. It also looked like a great place to camp, if you're so inclined.
I saw a few lizards, and saw this sign:
I felt better after I saw this. It was a nice sign.
I find that camera phones lack the proper focal length to capture the depth of grandeur.
Bike on bike or not, the R65 handled the carving curves well.