I've been away from the board for a while. I'm sorry.
It's still chilly here in the mornings (36 this morning), but I'm back to commuting on the LT. It gets twice as many miles per overpriced gallon of dead dinosaur than my car does.
Nevertheless, I thought I'd swing by and share a few pictures from a recent trip.
I hang out on a couple of other boards, and on one, a goofy friend is always asking if he's seen other members at various locations around town. Bear in mind that NONE of the other members live in the same town. While this nonsense was going in, I tripped over a picture of the Mini Mart in Seligman, Arizona, and asked if it was him I had seen there, looking for Chinese dumplings.
Mrs. Juggler and I went to Vegas for a couple of days for a wedding. It's become my custom when in Vegas (or Reno) to rent a motorcycle and get out of town. "Dream Car Rentals'" main web page says they rent motorcycles including Hondas! BMWs! Harley-Davidsons!!! But when you get to the page for the Las Vegas location, the BMWs! are missing. Darn. I was going to rent an R-bike. Darn. I wasn't interested in a GL1800 (I sold mine to buy the LT). The only other Honda they had was a Shadow 750 with no windshield. So, a Harley it is.
I've been west and north out of Vegas, to Red Rock Canyon, Mt. Charleston, and so forth. I thought I'd try the other direction...
I started looking at Route 66. Arizona has redesignated the surviving Mother Road as State Route 66. It turns out Seligman is on the Mother Road. Hmmmmm... sounds like an all-day ride.
I was supposed to pick up the bike at 8:00 AM. The young woman at the rental place got in late and looked severely hung-over. I finally got out of there at 9:00 with a 24-hour rental. She did tell me the best way to get to Hoover Dam.
I didn't do the Visitor Center thing. I refused to pay $7 to park for five minutes, so I went farther up to one of the free lots. A couple of young women from Brazil were ogling the bike. I said they could take pictures of themselves on it if they'd take one of me. Here's the Dam picture.
I had stopped a couple of times along Lake Mead. I was told it would be "very low". This is "very, very low".
I continued down U.S. 93 to Kingman and hit Route 66. There's a nice little Visitor Center there with a Route 66 Museum. Lots of references to The Grapes of Wrath. I never read it. I never saw the movie. I think I will now.
When I was getting ready to leave, the right lens fell out of my sunglasses. I thought I'd better do something about it since I would be headed west in the afternoon. I started following signs to the Harley dealer, figuring I might be able bum tools from them. Shortly after missing the turn for the Harley shop, I found a drug store and the very nice woman at the pharmacy counter let me use a jeweller's screwdriver for five seconds to fix my glasses. There are nice folks in Kingman.
I continued on to Seligman. It was pretty dead on a weekday afternoon. I easily found the Mini Mart. I didn't see my friend there looking for dumplings.
I did have a hard time getting the Eastern European tourists to get a good picture of me in front of the place. This was the best they managed. At least I can prove I was there.
I didn't see if they had dumplings. Instead I got a burger across the street at Delgadillo's Snow Cap. It was a quintessentially American experience.
After poking around the souvenir shops for a bit, I headed back to Vegas. This is what most of Arizona Route 66 looks like today.
I went back by way of Laughlin and up US-95, but it was getting late... and COLD. It musta gone from 60 to 40 in about five minutes when the sun set. So I didn't stop, I just pressed on back to LV. I did start to panic a bit when the low gas light came on with a mere 140 miles on the odometer. Not much range on that Harley. Gas in Searchlight was about the most expensive I found. Something like $3.60 for premium.
It was a fun way to kill a day. I put about 400 miles on the bike. I have friends in Phoenix and Moab, but either would have been a two-day trip. Maybe next time.
I was kinda disappointed that I didn't meet up with the dumpling guy.