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| Hello
every one,
Well
that was an amazing ride from deserts to snowy mountains,
blues skies to snow storms. I had no problems
with my bike & her
name is storm & yes I do talk to her now & yes
I am mad. The ride from New Mexico to Colorado was one
of the
high lights at the time but then it got even better from
Colorado to Utah up through the Canyons. I arrived in this
one town on the outskirts of the canyons about 7 pm and
the sun was coming down but there was no way I was going
to stay
there. It was like a scene from a horror movie [the hills
have eyes] so I pushed on for a few more hours to a place
called Torrie [butch Cassidy country]. It had one hotel
and a bar and one of the best piss ups ever with the locals.
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| The
locals reckon I would be stuck here for at least
two days due to weather and because of the height of this
mountain named Boulder Mountain I had to get over. So Dirk
being Dirk woke up hung over the next morning, started
up the bike and no shit every man and his dog could hear
me take off because it is so quiet up there. I got half
way up with my frozen hands taking turns of grabbing the
side of the exhaust and driving at the same time but got
to a stage that my tires were sliding over the show, so
yea yea I turned around but only after giving it a big
effort. |
| Arriving
back the boys were outside the pub waving me
over [the bastards] coped with some shit there for a
while but after many beers and rums turned into a lot
of laughter that day. Well that's enough writing from
me, presently I am back in New Zealand getting ready
to attend a wedding and it better be a bloody good one
for me to stop the bike but on the other hand I don’t
get many invites to weddings. My girl [bike] is in Las
Vegas and no it’s not in a pawnshop I cut a deal
with a bike dealer to look after it for two bottles of
rum. And about Vegas… well what happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas.
See
you all later,
Dirk |
| P.S.
To be continued next trip from L.A. to Alaska |
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