Thursday, August 26, 2010
Eff Sturgis, we want Irish nachos.
Every year, just out of Flagstaff, there is a Too Broke for Sturgis Rally, 3 days of bikes, nekid chicks & major drinking. Due to family life, we decided to go up just for the day, instead of the entire weekend.
I made it clear to PapaBear before we left, that I will not be participating in "Show Your Tits", wet t-shirt contests or mud wrestling. getting too old for that shit. I'll leave that to the younger, more perkier girls.
We met up with a couple good friends to ride with & ended up getting stuck in a traffic jam just out of town. We knew a little road that we could use as a detour to avoid that mess. But we ended up getting out on the highway later then planned.
The weather at home had been really hot, almost to hot to ride. but the morning we left, it was somewhat cool & overcast. The further up north we got, the cooler it got. Had to throw on a long sleeve shirt.
The ride & the weather was perfect & we were with good company, we cruised, raced each other & terrorized little old men driving too slow.
We arrived at the rally too late to join the poker run that was going on. We wondered around, looking at the vendors crap & beautiful bikes. After a few hours, we were starving & seeing how everything won't start till much later, we decided to go into town for lunch. Our good friends told us about Irish nachos. What the hell is that? We've never heard of them before.
We found the Irish pub right across from the train station on Route 66. Irish nachos is just like regular nachos with all the fixings, except instead of using tortilla chips, they used fresh sliced & fried potatoes. Holy crap, they were so good. We hung out there for a while, ate a second round of Irish nachos & then decided, fuck it, not go back to the rally, but take a nice ride through Oak Creek Canyon & Sedona & then head home. plus all day it looked like it would rain. If we were at the rally when it started raining, there would be no shelter & all mud. Don't think we ever saw the sun that day.
If you have never been to Oak Creek Canyon or Sedona, you are missing out on amazing scenery.
As we are cruising down the canyon, I'm taking tons of pictures, enjoying the scenery & loving the cool air. Then, wham! Traffic jam just outside Sedona. Son of a bitch. Sat in traffic for about 30 minutes, barely moving, gotta' pee & breathing exhaust fumes.
We finally made it into Sedona & took a while to find any parking. By this time, I was ready to piss on the side of the road. Yay! Not only some parking space, but a public bathroom.
As the girls were waiting in line to get drinks for everyone, I noticed PapaBear posing for a picture with a teeny, tiny Japanese lady. haha, he is 6 ft 5 & she was even smaller then me, maybe 5 ft 2?? After we got our drinks, I asked him what that was about. He said this lady walked up to him, talking a mile a minute in Japanese & somebody finally interpreted for her. She just saw her first American biker & wanted a picture to show her friends back home. He said she was so excited, so he posed with her & then had a boost of ego, he is going to be famous in Japan. I was able to get a picture of them getting their picture taken.
We hung out in Sedona for a while, but it was too crowded & looked like it would start raining any minute. So decided it was time to head home. All the way home, we could see a huge rain storm to the west of us, but never got a drop on us.