The weather down here just inspires riding, especially in the winter. It’s been over 70 degrees the last 2 weekends, and after finally having everything somewhat settled I had a chance to point the bike toward a new road. I could hardly wait.
Scouting the perimeter: Luckily, my wife knows I need to do it, even though she gives me a hard time about the saying. Its maybe the biggest reason I moved to Arizona, as there is a whole lot of perimeter to scout.
I headed west through Phoenix and then a little south, toward Arlington Arizona. I had somewhat of a destination in mind.
In 1993, with unusually heavy rainfall the Gillespie dam failed. It was never rebuilt, and the bridge was unaffected.
I found the fucker. I’m a sucker for an old Rusty Bridge.
The ride through old Highway 80 was a really nice ride. Not much traffic as it goes into Gila Bend. I was just scouting the perimeter, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be back as I noticed a lot of side roads I’d missed, old towns I’d bypassed and historic markers I wasn’t sure I’d have time to stop and read. It’s why you scout the perimeter, or at least why I do: when you go back, there’s always something new to see, learn and wonder about.
I figure it’s winter down here, so Ill see what I can in the southern end of the state while it’s still cool enough to see it. Come summer, I’m going to want to head north toward route 66 and flagstaff where I don’t get heat stroke.
The ride through the Sonoran desert National Monument was beautiful. I need more days. I wasn’t ready to go home.
God, I love Arizona.
1 day, 1 state, 180 miles.
nice job
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