34 in the morning 102 in the afternoon.Monday 30th

What a day, started at 6-30 this morning wearing everything I had, including 2 t-shirts on a long straight bit of the 66 and ended up in 102 degrees at London Bridge in the middle of the Arizona desert with palm trees all around.

Had to do 40 miles of the 40 interstate but it was actually a good ride, great scenery as it twists and turns, better than the R66 I then turned onto. The poor people plodding along to a better life in the west in their Ford Model Ts must have been driven crazy by the long straight road

between Flagstaff and Seligman. For a change easy to find. Headed off to Hillbilly country, real Redneck stuff, all harder than me in a big loop to Kingman. Called the heart of 66 country. Went straight through.

A country road headed for the mountains what a road, on a Harley??? (in the photo you can just see the road going up in upper left hand side)

On my Yamaha I would struggle, up and over what must have been a donkey track for about 30 miles, no barriers, rubbish surface, very tight beds and I mean tight, not scared as no time. No chance of a U turn and temperature just kept climbing. Over the top and the same down into a town called Oatman I think.

Just got there as they closed the road for a gun fight, two blokes arguing, went for their guns and one on the floor, apparently there was more to it but I was stopped on a down hill, bike was trying to roll of its stand so had to sit holding brake with it in gear pushing donkeys away. If I had had a gun would have shot the bloody things, Harley is heavy enough without donkeys pushing it about. Gun fight over road clears and traffic can move when the idiot pedestrians move away and the damn donkeys get the message I was a tad upset with them ( got told off for slapping one idiot animal that stood looking at me). Headed out and pulled over to undress some more.

Down to boots, socks, jeans, t-shirt and light jacket, can not ride in t-shirt as just get burnt, so have to be a softy. Drank a litre of water and ate 2 chocolate rolls. Joke that was, had to lick the wrappers, bad choice I think. Decided next motel, time to stop. Hit a one horse town in the middle of the Arizona desert and there in the supermarket are 4 Canadians so pulled in.

Went a bought more supplies and sat outside in the shade stuffing myself. They were off to see London Bridge and stop at a micro brewery, so I joined them.

Lake Havasu City. Found the place and sat looking at the bridge while supping a pint of IPA. Time to go so said I was going to drop off 60 miles down the road in Parker to find a bed, (it was 3-30) on the border with California on the Colorado River. Rode along with them till I reached and waved goodbye. Nice people said that they had waited for me ( nice of them but know what they stopped for to fix one the Harleys, after all I was 114 miles away from them in the morning), very kind. Great group of people, glad I met them.