I don’t recall if I’ve posted this before, and I’m too lazy to go back and check to see if I did. It came up in a conversation today, and it still cracks me up. If you’re a guy, you’ll understand.
It’s been pretty damn hot lately. We hit 120 one day, and a couple of days over 117. Its monsoon season in the Valley, and we’re starting to get some pretty bitchen thunderstorms. When it rains in the desert, the sky just opens up and DUMPS. Its bad ass. Those are even fun to ride in, because they don’t last long. I freaking love the desert.
The nice thing about living here is although its too hot right now to go explore somewhere, you don’t get that feeling that the clock is ticking on a long ride. I love that. Mrs Zip and I are planning on a ride to Nevada for a BACA rally in October, and I’d like to go check out New Mexico before that. I’m thinking Alamagordo to see some nuclear history, or Roswell for the fuck of it and see some Aliens. Texas is also an option: Route 66 in the panhandle, or El Paso to bring back some killer Salsa and eat some Texas BBQ. There’s the Abandoned set where John Wayne Re-created the Alamo thats only 900 miles away in Bracketville, or go see the stockyards again in Fort Worth and get a killer steak.
I need to stop. this is giving me the ride hornies.
Sounds like you got some ridin ta do !!
Stockyards ! Just sayin !