I remember some years ago, when Route 66 was still Route 66...now Interstate 40.....I was heading west from Gallop, NM into AZ. It was in April as I remember, and the weather was beautiful. The ride was just great from Gallop through Holbrook, and then trough Winslow (spent a year one day in Winslow 
but, that's a whole 'nother story). As I headed out of Winslow toward Flagstaff, I could see the San Francisco Mountains ahead.....I could see a huge cloud over them too. Looked pretty dark & ominous. As I got closer to the mountains...and storm, I could tell it was getting alot cooler...colder in fact.
As I headed up the mountain side, it started to rain.....well, that didn't last long, because it then started to snow. The real wet, heavy kind, yanno? I thought about turning around and heading back to Winslow... (If my bike could talk, it might have said...
) but that thought only lasted for just a few minutes.....it passed but, the snow didn't. It took about an hour and a half to go 20 miles....I was never so glad to reach Flagstaff. I was soaking wet by the time I got there. I rented a motel room, and took a hot shower to warm me up, and put on some dry clothes. Ordered pizza, walked to the liqour store and got some beer....gotta have beer with my pizza 
The next day was beautiful! The snow even melted, and I got the hell outta there. I was never so glad to get out of Flagstaff.
Moral of the story? Just because the sun is shining one minute, doesn't mean it won't piss on ya the next
Overall though, It was a great ride from Albuquerque. After Arizona, California was
Especially through Barstow. From there, I dropped down to Victorville, and made my way into L.A. WHEW! How the hell do people live there??!! (I get the same thing about Alaska) Well, the coastal ride up Hwy 101 sure made up for going through L.A. Met a lot of great folks on that trip....and a few really great women.....but...that's a whole 'nother story. 
but, that's a whole 'nother story). As I headed out of Winslow toward Flagstaff, I could see the San Francisco Mountains ahead.....I could see a huge cloud over them too. Looked pretty dark & ominous. As I got closer to the mountains...and storm, I could tell it was getting alot cooler...colder in fact.As I headed up the mountain side, it started to rain.....well, that didn't last long, because it then started to snow. The real wet, heavy kind, yanno? I thought about turning around and heading back to Winslow... (If my bike could talk, it might have said...
) but that thought only lasted for just a few minutes.....it passed but, the snow didn't. It took about an hour and a half to go 20 miles....I was never so glad to reach Flagstaff. I was soaking wet by the time I got there. I rented a motel room, and took a hot shower to warm me up, and put on some dry clothes. Ordered pizza, walked to the liqour store and got some beer....gotta have beer with my pizza The next day was beautiful! The snow even melted, and I got the hell outta there. I was never so glad to get out of Flagstaff.
Moral of the story? Just because the sun is shining one minute, doesn't mean it won't piss on ya the next
Overall though, It was a great ride from Albuquerque. After Arizona, California was
Especially through Barstow. From there, I dropped down to Victorville, and made my way into L.A. WHEW! How the hell do people live there??!! (I get the same thing about Alaska) Well, the coastal ride up Hwy 101 sure made up for going through L.A. Met a lot of great folks on that trip....and a few really great women.....but...that's a whole 'nother story.  he Pariostrong>nt>> r>ble> |
I was even nekked in the shower 
