So we left Gallup, NM at around 8:30 heading for Amarillo. The air was cool and my ass was wet after the rain overnight and my seat acting like a sponge. It was a good ride through the desert. New Mexico has "Safety Corridors" in certain areas of I-40, with fines doubled for speeding. these would last for 20 miles or so then end. Were we suposed to drive dangerously after we left the "Safety Corridors". The roads didn't look any different there.
Then the wind kicked up. Strong gusts coming out of the south, trying to push us into the lane to the left. Passing trucks blocked the wind but also grabbed hold of the bike and pulled it ahead at an increased speed until coming out on the front side and then being blasted with wind from the right again. In western Texas, I began passing a truck at the same time the truck either caught a wind gust or the driver was distracted, but he nearly entered my lane of travel. Not good. From then on, it was hammer it when beside the trucks, to get by them as quickly as possible.
Finally, we reached our destination, The Big Texan Steak Ranch and Motel. As we pulled in, the lot was loaded with Harley's and at first, I thought it was the Mongols laying in wait for Marybeth! It turned out to be a large group of about 30 bikers from Switzerland and about 20 more from Finland. The ones from Switzerland had bikes with plates from Montana and California and the Finish riders had bikes with Florida plates. There was one couple off to themselves on a bike with New Jersey plates. I couldn't figure out where they were from but she was decked out in riding pants and knee pads. Hmmm!
We had a good steak dinner at the Big Texan and sat having cocktails in front of our room until 9 o'clock when it was time for Sons of Anarchy. What an exciting life we lead!
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