THANKSGIVING DAY TRADITION
The call of the road is strong as the Thanksgiving Day
business builds. It is like the first time we visited Arizona in the middle of winter.
We left Cleveland during a subzero snow storm and arrived in Phoenix at a balmy
80 degrees.
As we returned home there was a constant realization that there was
a place on the planet without snow. We knew that fact but
experiencing it drove us nuts as we bundled up, shoveled snow or deiced a windshield.
In the same
way the thought of open road touring will drive me crazy because I know it is out
there.
I was racing the sun in the California desert heading for a motel night in Blythe in the Arizona border. I lost and rode the last fifteen in total darkness. The roads had no side strips and no center line. There were no street lights, moon, and only a few cars. The lights on my bike were designed to be seen not to see.
Interstate 10 runs through Blythe, it is a mid point between Phoenix and LA. Most people stop for food, fuel, and a night off of the road. This was the big country I enjoy the most. Blythe will never seem the same to me.