27th May
It’s a beautiful day, with little cloud, but the promise of some real heat soon. I’m on the road at 1015 and it’s already hot – not 103º F, as the local bank’s thermometer says, but certainly in the high eighties already. As I leave Pahrump, I note that, given time and state sponsorship, anything can be made socially acceptable…
I head off down I93, a flat and uninspiring highway which leads to Las Vegas. I skirt around the outskirts of Las Vegas – it’s a not a place I’m intending to visit – but, whilst stuck in traffic, I manage to take a couple of snaps…
Sounds delicious
…
A chap could get quite disorientated – if he didn’t know he was in Vegas – where they’ll copy anything…
I leave Las Vegas (not a moment too soon for me) and head towards the Hoover Dam – an outstanding Art Deco piece of engineering…
…which I wanted to get a decent picture of the ‘dry’ side of. Unfortunately, the lay bys are paid car parks, patrolled by retired Hitler Youth who demand $5 if you want to stop, step off your bike, click, get back on and ride off. Bollocks to that.
I ride off in a huff towards Kingman
…
…which is a small city in the middle of nowhere – they had an impressive looking railway engine in their park though (Fanum – exactly which number is it you want me to write down when I see these things?
).
What I love about riding in the desert is this kind of thing…
…did someone go to the town council of Wikeup and convince them to put it up? Or was it just some local…
Opposite Snoopy and friends are these retired gentlemen…
Any of our colonial readers like to try and identify them?
It has been a long, hot day. I check into the Hampton Inn on the Black Canyon Highway in Phoenix, have a shower and conduct full power trials on the air conditioner. The hotel's not in a good area, judging by my short amble around the block looking for a prospective dinner venue – I shall be pleased if the Adv is unmolested overnight – for the first time I can remember, I set the bike’s alarm…
It’s a beautiful day, with little cloud, but the promise of some real heat soon. I’m on the road at 1015 and it’s already hot – not 103º F, as the local bank’s thermometer says, but certainly in the high eighties already. As I leave Pahrump, I note that, given time and state sponsorship, anything can be made socially acceptable…
I head off down I93, a flat and uninspiring highway which leads to Las Vegas. I skirt around the outskirts of Las Vegas – it’s a not a place I’m intending to visit – but, whilst stuck in traffic, I manage to take a couple of snaps…
Sounds delicious
…
A chap could get quite disorientated – if he didn’t know he was in Vegas – where they’ll copy anything…
I leave Las Vegas (not a moment too soon for me) and head towards the Hoover Dam – an outstanding Art Deco piece of engineering…
…which I wanted to get a decent picture of the ‘dry’ side of. Unfortunately, the lay bys are paid car parks, patrolled by retired Hitler Youth who demand $5 if you want to stop, step off your bike, click, get back on and ride off. Bollocks to that.
I ride off in a huff towards Kingman
…
…which is a small city in the middle of nowhere – they had an impressive looking railway engine in their park though (Fanum – exactly which number is it you want me to write down when I see these things?
).What I love about riding in the desert is this kind of thing…
…did someone go to the town council of Wikeup and convince them to put it up? Or was it just some local…
Opposite Snoopy and friends are these retired gentlemen…
Any of our colonial readers like to try and identify them?
It has been a long, hot day. I check into the Hampton Inn on the Black Canyon Highway in Phoenix, have a shower and conduct full power trials on the air conditioner. The hotel's not in a good area, judging by my short amble around the block looking for a prospective dinner venue – I shall be pleased if the Adv is unmolested overnight – for the first time I can remember, I set the bike’s alarm…
