Thursday July 21st - Phoenix to Los Angeles

117 degrees in the shade

And finding shade is not easy. I roll up under an aloe tree in the parking lot behind a Palm Springs fast food restaurant to have a drink of water. A mexican american guy is the only other soul out in the heat, and he's trimming the trees. We talk about how hot it is. He asks where I've been and I tell him. He asks if it's dangerous, I say no. "On the motorcycle?" "Yeah that's Mexican mud I'm covered in." He asks if he can touch the mud, and he does.

Three weeks, 4,260 miles, no problems (the horn which broke in the rain even cured itself).