Saturday, December 05, 2015

Los Angeles, Ca to Phoenix, Az - July 17th, 2015

I left Los Angeles early and headed north through the San Gabriel Mountains before turning east towards Phoenix. Made a stop in Yucca Valley at a favorite cafe, then continued across the desert above Joshua Tree National Forest. Crossed the border at Parker where the temperature was 108 degrees. Things cooled off quickly in the heavy rain I encountered east of Parker. Rolled through Wikenburg and dropped down into Phoenix.








Phoenix, Az to Pahrump, Nv - July 18th, 2015

Empty roads, joshua tree forests, cherry patches, chicken ranches, and ton-up riding rolling into Pahrump.






Pahrump, Nv to Lee Vining, Ca - July 19th, 2015

Nevada, heading west

Bristlecone Pine Forest, 10,000 feet above sea level

Highway 395

El Mono Motel



Lee Vining to Orinda - July 20th, 2015


Lundy Lake


Near Monitor Pass


Orinda to Los Angeles - July 23rd, 2015

The Airline Highway

The Petroleum Highway



Towards Mt. Pinos
The Angeles Crest Highway

Los Angeles to Bisbee, Az - July 25th, 2015

The air-conditioned nightmare

From early morning 'till late afternoon on the freeway. Holding steady at 75 mph, trying not to stress the air cooled calmness of my twin cylinders in the 110 degree heat. Tinted out SUV's fly past at 95 mph, in a big hury to get ahead. At roadside conveniences people rush in for fast food and rush back out. I'm in another, parallel, universe. By the time I've got the bike up on the stand, in my high heat slow motion, they're already leaving with a jumbo coke. South east of Tuscon I finally escape the freeway, and the heat, rolling up into the green hills, past Tombstone and into Bisbee as the sun sets.

The Copper Queen Hotel is a bit worn, a bit jaded, a bit down at heel, and just about right. The woman working the hotel bar is surly, the local native americans are drunk and proud, and the tourists are just drunk. A blues band is killin' it in the corner. The singer is a school teacher, with a voice that convinces she knows what she sings. The fiddle player has been drinking all night and just keeps getting better. The bass and guitar players are just trying to hold it all together.