Well the much touted SaddleSore 1000 aka SS1k from Tucson is over...A brief description for your amusement. Saturday 0530 am finds me on the road-90 minutes later than expected, but a last minute bailout by my riding partner left me searching for a more suitable route for one guy going it alone. Did I mention how damn tired I alredy was? Well, not much sleep the night before as I suddenly forund myself switching gears-then, at 0345 this am the ONLY thunderstorm in the great State of Arizona was along my intended route..>Safety First and another route is formulated.... 4 hours later I stop for 10 minutes at a buddies house in Flagstaff to confirm that i'd be back through later in the afternoon for a quick nap...fat chance. 45 minutes later and I'm having a nice mid-morning chat with an Arizona Highway patrol officer who knew damn well, as did I that I was flying in the triple digits, yet reduced my speed to 89 in a 75, and then wrote only a warning because I seemed to have forgotten my Insurance ID card... Westbound and I blow through Kingman on my way to the Hoover Dam and Las Vegas--common sense did not force my to refuel in kingman, as SURELY there must be ample fuel on this heavily travelled artery to Vegas, right? Surely you jest...and stop calling me Shirley.. So, as the world famous evaporating "before your very eyes" BMW gas gauge eats up three bars in about 10 minutes I find myself sheepishly in a Petting Zoo or other such nonsense looking for fuel...Security is very heavy at the dam, expect delays, and there ain't no fuel from here to there...Now I'm backtracking to the ONLY gas station along that 90 mile stretch of highway... After a quick dose of fuel at $3.01 a gallon--bend over...I'm back on my merry way.. The rest of the jaunt is uneventful to Vegas-got stuck with some Snarley riders to whom the 15 mph speed limit is well suited, and did a quick turnaround after documenting my arrival.. Return trip the same in reverse....But for the weather.. Approaching flagstaff on the I40 flight path I noticed grim clouds, and the conspicuous absence of the 15000 mountains that lived there last time I looked.... A quick stop at the Parks AZ rest stop to zip up the stitch reveals a light truck pilot donning his BMW rainsuit...A quick chat reveals that not only is his name Joel from San jose California, but he knows the Fish, himself! Not only that, but apparently fishhead traded in his Light truck for his current RT. Needless to say Joel had a weather radio on his starship, and an updated forecast was secured... A brief stop in flagstaff to rest my weary ass-40 minutes, a quick chat with the wife, and I'm homeward bound.. Warmed up through Phoenix, and rained the rest of the way down the slab.. happy to peel off the gear-slept the entire next day... 1101 miles indicated, 18.5 hours in the saddle... On reflection it was really sorta fun.