So I’m sitting here on a Sunday Morning in small town Arizona, Drinking motel Coffee and enjoying the morning. Pretty fucking hard to beat. My bike is outside, fueled up and ready to go.
I just need to decide which way to go. Yeah, perfect.
Yesterday was a killer ride. I kinda needed it. You forget how much you need a good ride sometimes, and the only way to remember is to get out there and find a good long road. Then, it all comes back.
US 191 in Arizona is a killer road, I think one of my favorites. Its got a little of everything; Starts out in the desert and climbs up into the pines. Some history, some good terrain.
I left around 8. It’s nice to have 4 days off, and the thought of a new road some time to see a new thing was exciting. The weather was abnormally perfect for riding for this part of Arizona, and hardly a cloud in the sky. I twisted the throttle, and just enjoyed the hell out of the ride.
Not a ton of traffic, which made this road nice. Even on Memorial Day weekend.
My coffee is finished, so I’m getting the hell out of here. I was gonna head west toward Fort Apache and then home, but fuckit…. I’m doubling back. There’s a road that goes up the same mountain on the New Mexico side.
1 day, 1 State, 311 Miles.