But then it started. Wind. High wind. Strong wind. Wind blowing at least 60 miles an hour. Across the panhandle. Across New Mexico. It was a bitch of a ride to Albuquerque.
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From the monthly archives:
May 2006
A late lunch at the Crow Creek Tavern where we could watch the motorcycles passing by ended the afternoon.
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Refreshed and fed, I loaded the bike and found the nail in my flat rear tire.
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I’m looking forward to a ride to Tulsa next week. It will get me away from here for a week or so, and make the time until my departure go much faster.
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