I got home late last night, and just finished the blog this afternoon. Nothing spectacular about this ride, other than we pulled off an SS2K; had dinner with a couple we know who recently moved to Prescott; and rode home the next day. It was hot, though. The next time I come up with the bright idea to do an IBA certificate ride in the Southwest in summer, you guys remind me I’m nuts. ‘K.
John, I wish I could say that riding into the airport parking was planned, but no. We had put on rain gear for some T-storms north of Santa Fe. But by the time we got to Albuquerque, it was clear and 100+ degrees again. I was trying to make it to the south end of Albuquerque before a stop, because our next leg to Las Cruces was over 200 miles. But Paul pulled up along side and said he needed to get his rain gear off. He sounded urgent about it. I have to admit, I was baking as well. It was like a sauna inside my Darien Light.
The next exit coming up was for the airport. That’s okay I figure, there will be gas stations here because of the car rental agencies. So, off we go towards the airport. I’m not paying too much attention, just riding, sweating, and waiting for a gas station to come along. Next thing I know we’re on a one-way road going into the airport’s long-term parking lot with no turn around. A U-turn into on-coming, one-way traffic is not part of my long term survival strategy. We got our parking lot entry tickets and rode in. At least once we were in there it was a safe place to park, get off, pack away our rain gear, and get back down to our mesh stuff.
I was complaining about how much it would probably cost us to get out when Paul said that he saw a sign with the cost listed when we were going in -- $1 for the first half-hour. Well, a buck for a convenient place to stop for a short time to change wasn’t so bad after all.
The only other hassle was earlier in that second day. We allowed ourselves a sit-down breakfast in Salida, CO, since we had made such good time the day before. (We had maintained a BBG pace all day Saturday). But the restaurant was crowed, they screwed up Paul’s order, then got our bills wrong. And as you pointed out, when we did get going US 50 along there is a twisty two-lane filled with slow moving tourists in motor homes.
However, after the Albuquerque detour, we got back on pace again. Actually, the night ride across the desert was fun, and we got into Tucson with plenty of extra time. So, the second day wasn’t really all that bad, just not as smooth as the first.