Retirement = Travel, and 2020 needed to be rung in properly. With the Big Ball of Fire warming the desert, I set off to Yuma at the crack of 10:00 am, January 2. It was an "avoid the highway" route, to the extent that's even possible. Mind you, that does not mean twisty, which is an impossibility heading west from Tucson. But it is a pleasant cruise through the Tohono O'odham reservation to Ajo, then up to Gila Bend before the I-8 slab time starts. You are confronted first with the Eternal Question: I know why: Because it's fun Because travel provides perspective Because riding requires skill and concentration Because why not? Why, though, is literally a town named for an intersection. At the time of the town's founding, Arizona town names required, by law, three letters. The founders otherwise were going to name the town "Y." Really, that's Why. Population 167. Why is followed closely by its three letter cousin, Ajo, a former mining town trying to survive. This was Ginger's inaugural multi-day trip, and a chance to see how she travels here in the US where the roads are far straighter than what Mia faces in Europe. I-8 from Gila Bend to Yuma is about 115 miles of as straight as you can get, with the usual headwind. Allegedly, Ginger will roll along at 90-100 mph as long as you'd like without breathing hard. Allegedly. Calm, stable, comfortable and quiet; the Farkles working perfectly. I'm a very happy camper but really not surprised; Mia handled the German Autobahn with aplomb at these speeds or higher. Yuma is the stop for the day, with dinner at Da Boyz, a surprisingly good Italian restaurant downtown.