We rolled down from Las Vegas, and hit interstate 40.    This is route 66 generally, and if you glance side to side now and again you’ll see old alignments of the mother road.    Route 66, from days gone by.    We hit up a truck stop to hydrate, and they had a bitchen little museum inside.





Before this place, I saw some bitchin old bridges on the south of 1-40, with frontage roads leading into them.    Old route 66.   I always wonder what it was like, back in the day.

We rolled into Amarillo.   Cadillac ranch, to be specific.  We’d ridden pretty hard today, and everyone was feeling pretty light hearted and a bit silly by now.     Time to have some fun.   I had no idea who sweet Marie was, or what this song was up to this point.     I’d come to know.

No one located on the western Hemisphere of this tour knew this song either.    Brazil, New Jersey, Utah.      We had no idea.    And Yet it came.

I knew tonight was going to be a fun one.    We rolled the 10 miles into Amarillo.    Got our room keys,  cleaned up and the Limo took us all to the Big Texan Steak Ranch.     This place is another route 66 classic, and its been here for years.

Getting primed at the Big Texan Steak Ranch

Getting primed at the Big Texan Steak Ranch


To good people, and more fun ahead!


Phil and Tim don’t mess around. This is Texas, after all. They ordered one of the smaller beers.   Brando got the variety pack.      I had the Pecan Porter.   John and Graham were drinking BL’s.

Live music at the tables.    These guys were a lot of fun.    The fiddler was hooked up to oxygen, but he played that thing like he was 18 years old.     We got a few requests in.


They didn’t know any Tony Christie Either. We had that covered though.


This old cowboy put on a good show, and could carry a tune.   We were fired up.

It was memorial day weekend, and I wouldn’t be able to put flowers on the old man’s grave this year, so did the next best thing and Asked if he knew any Ernest Tubb.    The did, by heart.     My father used to torture me with this song, and now its just music to my ears.


This guy is trying to eat 4 pounds of steak with all the trimmings in an hour. I bet on this horse, and lost. He kind of staggered away from the table when he was done.

Rattle Snake Eggs

Pete got Paul from the UK pretty good, with the Rattlesnake eggs trick.

We ate and drank, got loud like everyone else there, and I personally had a blast.


John and I, taking the bull by the horns. Big Texan Steak Ranch, 2013

A long but killer day.   We all headed back to the hotel, and crashed for the night.    Tomorrow we’d spend another day crossing Texas.

Oh, by the way…

Jack Nicholson holding a pork chop in the movie Easy Rider

Yeah, I lost that bet.

We headed back to the Hotel bar.   A Chili’s restaurant, I think and shot the bull.        I remember shots of Jack and toasts to the day we just wound down.

A great time.   A whole day I’ll never forget.

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I’d fallen asleep early, and woke up early.    Rather than sit with my thumb up my ass, I jumped on the bike.   It had been a while since I’d been here, and never like this.   I ran up to where Easy Rider began.

La Contenta Bar Easy Rider Taos New Mexico

From Easy Rider, 1969, La Contenta Bar,  Opening Scene.

La Contenta Bar Easy Rider Taos New Mexico

La Contenta Bar today. Its now the Red Arrow Emporium, right off the main drag.     Not a Junkyard anymore.

For the movie, Peter fonda wanted to buy junk, in a junkyard.      This place was sold like it was in Mexico, but it was really in Taos.    In the original story of the movie, Billy and Wyatt were carnival stunt men on motorcycles.   Thats why they showed up on dirt bikes for this scene.    It wasn’t until you got to Ballarat in the movie, that they rode Harleys.        In the movie, when they got jailed for parading without a permit (we’d see this location today too) where Billy shouts through the jail cell:

“Parading without a permit? Do you know who this is, man? This is Captain America. l’m Billy. We’re headliners, baby. We played every fair in this part of the country. For top dollar too! Weirdo hicks, man. A bunch of weirdo hicks. “

Quote from the Movie, Easy Rider (1969)

Most of that part of the story got cut on the editing floor. I headed back to the Hotel, had some coffee at the restaurant with the crew, and took some pictures.    This was a 100 year old place, just celebrating its anniversary.      Taos is pretty cool.


waking up, drinking  coffee, getting my morning bearings and taking some pictures. Historic Taos Inn. Its been here for 100 years now.

We had a lot to see today.   Lots of Easy Rider.    To the first stop for today: IMG_0469 Translation:  “Pura Vida Hermano!”  means “Pure Life, my Friend” in English. The guy in that scene was a local musician in Taos, back in the day.      I bet that dude could belt out a good Mariachi song.      I’d pay good money to see it.

EagleRider Inaugural Easy Rider Tour Crew, La Contenta Bar from Easy Rider

EagleRider Inaugural Easy Rider Tour Crew, La Contenta Bar from Easy Rider

I told what I knew:

There is lots of Easy Rider in Taos.     This was the first stop, the opening scene.     We’d ride to more. We rode down to the Taos Pueblo, but we didn’t go in. .     I’d like to do it again.     There is lots of history there.     The scene I wanted to show was this, right by the river.    I’ve been here before, but got the feeling we didn’t have time.    Looking back, I’d have pushed for more time here.

Taos Pueblo - 1969 from Easy Rider

Taos Pueblo – 1969

Taos Pueblo, Easy Rider Location Tour 2013

Taos Pueblo, Easy Rider Location Tour 2013

Next, was Dennis Hoppers House, where he lived for 15 years after Easy Rider.    DH Lawrence lived here too, and now its called the Mable Dodge Luhan House.    It was one of Dennis Hoppers first purchases after the Easy Rider checks starting coming in.

Easy Rider swim Scene

The swim Scenes from Easy Rider were in Taos as well, at Manby Hot Springs, 15 miles north.   (screenshot from Easy Rider, 1969)

Taos has always been interesting to me, and it’s always been connected to Dennis Hopper in my mind.    It’s an artists community, like no other I’ve been to.     I gotta think about why.   Maybe another ride, and another blog post for another day. If I can throw this one out:

Double Standard Dennis Hopper

“Double Standard” – Dennis Hopper photograph from 1961   (click on photo to enlarge)

Dennis Hopper took this photograph in 1961.    To me, it tells volumes about the guy.    First, he was an artist at heart.    A random, but brilliant thinker.       A contemporary, till the day he died, and I think his work showed that.        He was also raised a Kansas farm boy.     “double standard” , I have to think was his mindset at the time.    It certainly was years later.      He directed Easy Rider, was equal parts insane and brilliant, and had an eye to move people.       Dennis Hopper was a hard guy to sum up. But, whatever.    Something to chew on when you’re out on a bike and your mojo is rolling and there is 100 miles ahead of you.     Maybe at least for me. It was memorial Day Weekend, and that’s appropriate to honor the dead.  We rolled up to Dennis Hopper’s grave.     The last time I was in Taos, he was still alive.     This was a first for me.

Easy Rider Tour - Dennis Hopper

Dennis Hoppers grave, Taos New Mexico

Easy Rider Tour - Dennis Hopper

Dennis Had a quiet and inconspicuous funeral. Off the radar, in the town that he loved.   I gotta think, in the exact way that he wanted it.

The whole city of Taos, smells of  Dennis Hopper and Easy Rider.     We were on our way, to Las Vegas New Mexico.    We headed out of Taos, on New Mexico 518.    The weather was awesome, and I couldn’t help but feeling we’d lucked out this trip, weather wise.    It was starting to cloud up, but nothing threatening,  at least this day.    75 miles more, and then more Easy Rider.

We hit Las Vegas New Mexico, where in Easy Rider they paraded without a permit.

Easy Rider Parade Scene Las Vegas New Mexico 1

Parading without a permit – Easy Rider in 1969

Easy Rider Parade Scene Las Vegas New Mexico 2

Wyatt and Captain America, Las Vegas New Mexico 1969

Easy Rider Parade Scene Las Vegas New Mexic

The Historic Plaza Hotel, 1969

Parading without a permit in 2013 from the movie location  Easy Rider

Historic Plaza Hotel in 2013

In the movie, the paraded without a license and got thrown in Jail.    In the tour, we walked down to the corner and saw another scene from the movie.   Watch this.    It’s classic Easy Rider.

Easy Rider Las Vegas Nevada - Jack Nicholson Drinking Scene

Aaaaaand, here it is.


Easy Rider Locations - Drinking scene Easy Rider

Graham, Myself and Dr Phil. Nic Nic Nic!

and some of the story behind it: After this, Easy Rider became pretty funny.   On to Madame Tinkertoys House of Blue Lights, Corner of Burbon and Tolouse.       In Real Life, Jack Nicholson was ready to quit acting.     After this, all that would change. We still had 230 miles to go.       From here, we headed into Amarillo.   Day 8, Easy Rider Movie Location tour – 314 Miles View Larger Map

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I woke up early, got some coffee and decided to jump on the bike and scout the perimeter.     In a couple more hours, we’d head out. I crossed the Colorado, took some pictures and enjoyed the morning sun.       Made me think of one of the times i’d been here, in 1991, with Missus Zip.

Route 66 California Side

Route 66, California.   This sign has been here forever.

Route 66 until 1947

Old Route 66 until 1947

Colorado River - Easy Rider

Colorado River morning. Behind  me is the bridge from the Grapes of Wrath.

Random thought about bridges.     As I sat there that morning  and drank my coffee, I realized that 2 bridges connected 2 Fondas, crossing the same river.    Peter, from Easy Rider, and his father, Henry from the Grapes of Wrath.    They were both about the same age, and their respective movies made both of them famous.    Both bridges are a stones throw from each other.    I don’t know that any of this means anything, but to me it was interesting.

Grapes of Wrath Movie (1940)

Grapes of Wrath Bridge, Route 66,   circa 1940

Time to head back.   Finished my coffee, and back to the fold.  Kickstands up in 20 minutes.

Graham is a stud. she was there.


and ready to Ride.   Nice Bike.

We headed out.   On to Oatman, one of my favorite places.

Park Moabi

We rode this, on our way out.

Easy Rider Tour colorado river

And  this.   One of my favorite bridges.   Exactly like the movie.  The Red Rock bridge (to the left) was torn down in 1977.

Easy Rider Colorado RIver

I can almost hear the Chorus…..


Easy Rider Colorado River

When you get off the exit at Topock, this looks exactly the same. Frontage road to the old Bridge.

Then through Topock, and on our way to Oatman Arizona.   The road started bending more, and the ride was good.     I don’t know how many times I’ve ridden this road, but its always good.    The first time I found it, this road was gravel almost all the way to Oatman.     Then route 66  hit a revival, and it got paved. We rolled into Oatman and bummed around for about 45 minutes.


Paul and Big D, cooling off.


The crew, Oatman Arizona

We headed out of Oatman before noon.


Short break in Cool Springs, Arizona.   Behind us, Arizona’s nipple.

Out of Oatman, to Kingman, where we had lunch at some 50’s diner.   We headed on toward Flagstaff, wound through Seligman, Williams, and on to Bellemont.   More Easy Rider there. We pulled in, late in the day just like in Easy Rider.     It felt pretty cool to show these places in person to other people.


Hey man, can I get a room?

Hey man, gotta room

Just like in 1969

Easy Rider Pine Breeze Inn

The owner wasn’t there, so he wasn’t able to deny us a room. Wouldn’t have mattered, we had reservations in Flagstaff. Either way, you have to ride off and shout “you asshole!”  Just like in the movie.    I’m sure the owner would understand.


Our Crew, long day.    Good Picture.


One last goodbye.   Keeping it Real.

we headed the 10 miles into Flagstaff, fairly spent.


End of the day, Flagstaff Arizona

I had some work to do that night, so I had a couple of drinks at the bar, back to the room to get them done.     A great day. We had a lot more ahead of us.   Tomorrow we’d hit a few locations for the movie, and head into Monument Valley. Day 4:   205 Miles. View Larger Map

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Pine Breeze Inn - Click for more Pictures.

The Pine Breeze Inn is the first famous Icon from the movie Easy Rider. This is where after leaving Ballarat California, Wyatt and Billy Rode till dark, almost to flagstaff where they asked for room at the pine breeze, and the proprietor immediately walked back in and turned on the no vacancy sign. They left, and billy shouted “you asshole!”, to head down route 66 a little further and camp by the road at some old ruined shacks. The pine breeze inn is still somewhat famous. For years bikers we’re still allowed to camp there, where the hero’s of easy rider we’re denied. It’s still alive, and in Bellemont Arizona. The famous NO VACANCY Sign has been altered somewhat since 1969 when Easy Rider was made, and it’s hanging at the entrance of the bar just a short distance down the street, still flashing no more rooms for hippies.

The Pine Breeze Inn

Cabins at the Pine Breeze Inn

Cabins at the Pine Breeze Inn

Cabin at Pine Breeze Inn

More Cabins

If Billy and Wyatt would have gotten a room, it would have been one of these

Pine Breeze Inn

Looking south. Thats route 66 in front of the Office there.

The no vacancy sign hangs in the bar a half mile up the road. It's been altered a bit since the movie, but it hangs prominently in the front of the bar.

Easy Rider Movie Route 66 Bellemont Pine Breeze Inn

The Pine Breeze, at dusk. 1969

Hey Man! You got a room??

Cabins at the Pine Breeze Inn

Where wyatt and billy were denied!

Pine Breeze Inn From Easy Rider
Pine Breeze Inn, Route 66
Billy and Wyatt headed on down this road...

Route 66 heads off in the distance. Billy and Wyatt slept up this road.

Signs of Life...
Easy Rider Poster on the Door

Easy Rider

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Getting ready.

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Put my new unbusted grips on today.  Had no clue that harley grips came in different diameters.   I bought small.   Not sure if I’ll like em or not.   Huh…  who knew.

Been watching some old route 66 travel videos I bought years ago.   Getting ready to head to amarillo and back on a 4 day trip.    Can’t wait.     I’m gonna mozy, trip on every abandoned ghost town gas station and curio shop, eat at greasy spoons, and camp where I want to, when I want to.    Hell, I might lie in the middle of the road, take some pictures just to get a new point of view.

I’ve missed riding.    Man, its the only freedom I really know.       Winter, eat a bag of hell.

Yucca Arizona Route 66

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these are pictures I should probably post.

I ride route 66 at least several times a year, but theres a lot of alignments of the old road.   One I’ve always wanted to see was Yucca Arizona, which was route 66 from 1952-1978 or so when interstate 40 opened.

Ghost town feel here.   I took these with my brother on december 29 and never put them on the blog.

Ill probably never go back here.   Oatman is too irresistible to pass up and that whole road between topock and Kingman.    Even so, glad I finally got to see Yucca.

Route 66 2010

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My blog has Veered way off course.  this is a road blog.  Time to get her back on track.

My bike will soon be back.    After a lunch trip to mesquite at a reasonable speed, I’m gonna change her oil at around 100 miles.   Then I’m gonna take her to vegas and back around the lake, put around the towns and freeways, then drop her oil again.

Then gentlemen, It’s on.   I’m a free man.   Every day, if not every hour I’ve been thinking about taking a solo ride to texas. This is just gonna be me, my bike, my wits and my random thoughts getting scattered along route 66. It’s getting filled back up with life in a big way. Its gonna be sleeping in a tent at night, riding all day, and looking forward to tomorrow for 4 days. Then looking forward to work on day 5. It’s like a full battery charge for me, and for my bike.

Thursday Morning:  Day 1.  I’ll leave in the AM and head to holbrook.   A decent 500 mile day.

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I play on staying in a tent in the KOA there. If my brother Guy is around, I’d love to buy him a beer or two and shoot the shit. He’s the founder of Arizona B.A.C.A. and a a person that when I met him, I instantly liked. Holbrook I’ve always liked anyway, so if it doesn’t work out then I’ll be happier than a pig in shit there, staring up at the arizona stars.

Friday, Day 2. I’m gonna be up early and start heading to amarillo. Never been to texas, and thats a damn shame.

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All new territory for me after Gallup. Never ridden that far east on a bike. My eyes will be open for things I’ll want to come check out on the way back. It’ll probably haunt me for months if I miss em. Thats the beauty of riding: the ride is always perfect. What you miss is what you want to go back and see. I don’t know of another activity in the world that is that way. It truly is the journey. The destination is a huge bonus, so there is never a let down.

I may stop at the big texan steak house. I may go see my friend brian lovato who lives there. I may just pull in at midnight exhausted from exploring all day. Either way, I’m riding.

Saturday, Day 3: Gonna wake up early again, get some coffee in, and head west again towards new mexico and see an old alignment of route 66, and shit that I’ve probably missed on the way to amarillo. Explore a bit. If I am not on schedule I’m not gonna worry about it too much.

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Santa fe is an old alignment of route 66, and there’s some easy rider destinations in there as well. the parade scene, and a little north of there is the jail scene. I may do both, I may do neither. I’m not going to plan it, its a decision at the intersection. It’s all new to me, so I don’t care.

Sunday, Day 4: Grants New Mexico to St George Utah.

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617 miles my last day. Beautiful. god, I can’t wait.

It all starts next week when I get my bike back. Break her in, then she breaks me in. I’m counting the minutes in my head….

Snowing Outside

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Man, it’s snowing outside.   These are the worst times for a guy who rides.   I’m going to power it out and ride my bike to work in the morning very carefully, and by the afternoon I’m hoping the snow melts because I can’t take not riding for another day.   I pussed out this morning and Robyn took me to work in the rain.  I shoulda  rode.

I’m planning my spring run.   Next spring, like I did last year, I’m going to take a run to glenrio texas and sleep amidst the abandoned gas stations, hotels with the freeway an 1/8 of a mile away.   Ill pull up tired, take the bungee chords off of my tour pak that hold my bed roll, get situated, have a nip of 12 year old scotch, and stare at the stars.   I’ll think about the day before, my life ahead, and wonder what my wife and kids are doing.    I’ll find my place in the universe, and it’ll be rock solid, yet again.   I’ll sleep in my sleeping bag, with a loaded gun under my pillow, because I won’t risk my place in the universe and getting home to my family.    In the morning, ill stir a bit, wonder where I’m going to get a cup of coffee and see what I hadn’t seen the night before because of the cover of night.    I’ll walk around, fully realizing that Ive got to make 500 miles that day to make it home in 2 days.    I’ll take a bunch of pictures, wishing I’d had made it closer to adrian texas, and miss things that 10 miles down the road will make me realize I’ll have to come this way again.

I’ll head the 41 miles into Tucumcari, knowing I’ve got a full day to make 500 miles, and eat breakfast.   I’ll check out the blue swallow motel, stop and take some pictures and maybe even say hello to the proprietors, and shoot the bull about route 66 and try and get a feeling how hard it is to turn a dollar on a historic route, and wishing I was them.     I won’t care so much, how many miles I’ll make that day.   After all, it will be saturday, and I’ll know that push comes to shove I can Iron butt it back to utah.   I won’t let anything get in the way of this perfect saturday.   It Will be perfect.

I’ll ride through santa Rosa NM, looking for the places I’ve seen in books a hundred times before.  Clines Corners.  Moriarty, looking for a gem, because I’d crammed for  this test days before.   I’ll more than likely bypass Albuqurque to make time, and yet again take alternate routes through Grants and Thoreau, looking for places that have been ignored, and wondering about how they relate to me.     Ill love this section of route.    It’ll be colder that I want, and I won’t care.   I’m seeing places that I’m passionate about and that I know only a few care about.

Ill spend the night in Holbrook KOA because its familar, and because I know that I can be home by 3PM sunday.

I can’t wait to go.

I just checked, its still snowing outside. WTF, I don’t want to wait that long

My father was a busy man, and I’ll always remember the time he took time out to go one on one with me and took me to yellowstone.   We shot from the hip, slept in the truck and  It’s a memory I’ll always remember.   Not because it was the best trip I’ve ever done, or even that it was yellowstone.   It’s because my old man chose me to spend his weekend with.   I’ll always remember that.   I was about 13, and it was a pretty special trip for me.

My daughter wendy has struggled a bit since she moved from her old school to her new.   She’s a fighter, and she may never know how proud I am of her, but I am.    I called her wednesday from work and asked her if she was up for a motorcycle adventure.    her answer was yes.

So friday at noon we headed out East.   My loose plan was to hit page, then either stay in Kayenta Arizona, or somewhere outside monument valley at dusk.   To be honest, Just like 35 years earlier with my dad, we were shooting from the hip.  I hadn’t booked a thing.  Thats how I like to ride, lets see what wendy thinks about that.   My gut feeling was she’d roll with the punches.

We stopped in page to get some stuff we’d forgotten and stopped at the subway to eat.   Immediately inside, a lady saw my B.A.C.A. patch and told me how much  B.A.C.A. had helped her kid in idaho.   She was nearly in tears and you could see how grateful she was.    I told her that once a B.A.C.A. Kid, always a B.A.C.A. kid and she’s got an army of bikers across the nation committed to keeping her safe.   It’s nice to be able to say that and mean it.

After page, we had to stop for an accident on the way out of town, then headed toward Kayenta Arizona.   From there, we pressed on to Kayenta arizona to stay the night.   My thinking was, that wendy is 13 years old, and I didn’t want to burn her out on long rides by pushing too hard.     I can make miles, but after all, she is young.    I had to keep reminding myself, and being on a bike for 8-10 hours at a time my be my idea of fun, but this trip was for her as well.    By the time we got to Kayenta, she was a bit cold, a bit tired and wanted to crash.   we called robyn to see if we could find a place to pitch a tent or get a room, but there were no real options.   I told wendy we’d have to push another 50 miles to Bluff Utah, where I had called ahead and knew we could stay, and her answer was “lets just do it”.   I knew then, wendy was my riding buddy.    She had a bit of her old man in her.

We hit monument valley right as the sun was going down, and it was gorgeous for the few views we had of it.   She was cold, but we dropped 1500 feet in elevation and in 50 miles, we hit Bluff Utah, pitched our tent in the dark, and went and ate ribs at the local stakehouse.

My intent on this trip was to talk, and relate to my daughter.   Reconnect.   I don’t really remember what it’s like to be 13 years old, but I know she struggles with the things that are important to a 13 year old.  Boys, school, and wondering where you fit in.   We didn’t talk too much in depth, but I knew tonight was not our night.    We went back to the tent where my daughter immediately crashed out, and I made some phone calls to my business partner, a few BACA friends and caught up on what happened at work.      What happened during the day both encouraged and discouraged me:   I knew that I was going back to work monday to face problems.    I knew this was going to effect my ride.    I was also clear on what my objective was this trip:  Ride my bike, and connect with wendy and help her out.

We woke up early that morning and I knew it was cold.   Cold that I would normally deal with, but I had my daughter with me.   We got going around 10, broke camp and got some conveneince store breakfasts in Bluff.      We had 50 miles to get to 4 corners.     I’d never been there, but 50 miles is an easy ride.

4 corners to me, was anti climactic.  First off, its not that actual 4 corners, its 3 miles off. Second, It kind of pissed me off that I had to pay 3 bucks a head to see it. It was cold and windy, and not all that cool. Yes, wendy and I can say that we’ve stood in 4 states at the same time, but then again who really cares that we can say that.

we paid our 6 bucks at 4 corners, and headed on toward gallup new mexico.     New mexico is gorgeous and I want to explore it more.    We got gas in gallup, and headed south.  I knew we’d stay the night in holbrook by this point.   We could press on to flagstaff, but the weather in Holbrook was the best and I wanted to have some discussion time with wendy.     Sunday, I knew we’d make miles and head home.   I wanted some quality time with my daughter.   It’s half the reason we made this trip.   My mindset from 4 corners to holbrook was anything but right.  I knew I was going back to work monday with a lot of problems that had to be solved, that   depended on me.    I struggled to get my mind right and into the ride.  The 90 miles from 4 corners to Gallup New Mexico had me struggling with indecision of if I was doing the right thing by riding so far from home, and what I had to get done monday.     Long rides sort that out.    Eventually, I got back into the moment and realized that anything I do with my daughter and family is much more important and worthwhile and that I needed to focus on her.     By the time we hit Gallup, I was looking forward to having some quality time with my daughter.   I was 24 hours into the ride.  I knew it had to be tonight.

We stopped at Denny’s, got our bearings and I knew we’d hit the point where the bike was going to be pointing closer to home.    I also know theres something really familiar about route 66 that I’ve always loved.   Maybe wendy would pick up on my vibe and I could share that with her.

We pulled into holbrook around 4 pm, and pitched our tent at the KOA.     I decided I was going to show wendy some route 66, and she was excited about that.   We had ice cream at a local route 66 food spot, and rode through the town.   As we headed back toward the KOA, I was thinking that maybe a campfire and a discussion would be a perfect chance to talk with Wendy and we could have a moment that would nail the reason I took her on this trip.     We bought some firewood, and sat and talked for a couple hours.     Honestly, it will be  moment I’ll always remember.   I hope she remembers it.   I babbled about her future, remembered what it’s like to be 13, and as long as it takes to burn a bundle of wood, we got that much closer.   She’s a great kid.  I’m so proud of her.   In those 2 hours, I think she got that message in a way that 25 years earlier my father maybe even didn’t get across to me.     I knew I’d nailed the moment.

The next morning, we woke up early, broke camp and headed toward home.   As the sun came up, the eagles “tequila sunrise” was in my head, and so I queued that up in the ipod and listened to the eagles as we headed toward flagstaff.     We got off at winona, headed into flag, got some hot chocolate and coffee and both talked about how good the morning ride was, even tho it wasn’t all that warm.

I find it funny how “vibes” for lack of a better term, work. I woke up in a great mood, with the right music and the first thing wendy said when we piled off the bike in flagstaff was how much she enjoyed listening to the Eagles greatest hits. It was the right vibe. I think about that alot to be honest.

From flag we dropped off the mountain, and headed the 5 hours toward home.   If wendy had her way, we’d have ridden another week.   She’s my riding buddy and long rides and big mileage isn’t too big for her.    We’ll do this again.   Hopefully for years to come.

948 Miles,   4 States, 2 1/2 Days.

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Riding Route 66

Posted in Random Thoughts, Route 66 by mrzip67

Parenting is a bitch sometimes.   My 2nd oldest daughter has been going through some rough times the last few weeks with moving into a new house, and going to a new school.    It’s hard to tell her in so many ways that this is life, and you’ll come through it and become a better person for it if you hang tough.     Last night, i Ran out of answers.

This morning I realized that I could change her mindset maybe by taking her riding and seeing some new places.    She’s 13, and such a good kid.   A fighter.   She’s overcome some problems she’s had by hanging tough, but it’s a battle for her.   She’ll never know how truly proud I am of her.   She’s a lot like her old man:  No real natural ability, but determination and vision will lead a person through tough times.   Only fighters learn that.   I know lots of people with natural ability who end up slugs.   She’s got what it takes.   She will end up where she wants to be eventually.

So I’m going to take her riding.    If my plan works, we’ll hit monument valley by dusk and camp just outside.   Then saturday morning we’ll head to 4 corners, Gallup New Mexico and spend the day riding route 66, my favorite place on earth.   Sunday we’ll either wake up in flagstaff, seligman or kingman, and ride home.   Hell, maybe needles or barstow depending how she feels.
I hope it helps. she’s excited to go, and I’m excited to take her.    At the very least, I hope its a memory she’ll always remember.