So we’re pretty much settled in. Shit has happened so fast, I haven’t had much of a chance to reflect on it.
I think I love San Tan Valley. I’m on the far southeast edge of the Phoenix valley and I touch in old school Arizona country. A block east of me are farms. I can get on my bike and head out from here, and I love that. A few blocks west and there’s a Target and a Harbor Freight. Missus Zip is partial to suburbia, I’m partial to the country. This was a nice compromise.
My amenities? Shit son, let me tell you;. They are fine. My closest retail store is a mile from me. A hardware store. Their most prominent and biggest section of the store is all things BBQ. I’ve got several options of lump charcoal, various woods, and anything you’d need to put a bird, pig or cow meat on to make it taste delicious. When you go into the hardware section, you can ask a question, and actually learn something from the guy. They even throw out non-political correct things to you like “merry Christmas”. I saw a guy in there yesterday with spurs on his boots. It was like a shot in the arm.
2 miles down the road is a legitimate butcher shop. I can go in and order fresh pig livers to make Louisiana Boudin if I want, and they’re not going to give me a blank stare. I can get beef ribs that weren’t some corporate buyers afterthought. Pork skin to make cracklins. I’ve always wanted a legit Butcher shop. Ahh, It’s the little things that get you excited 🙂
Anyway, I digress.
The bike is broken in. I went for a ride with my son in law last weekend, he did his first 200 miles on a Harley and I think he enjoyed it. We did a county loop down toward Tucson and then up through mining country. Nice ride.
I’m jonesing to go for a long ride. Soon.
Still got a few things in boxes, but I wanna clear that up today.
Ride safe, ya biker pricks.