Day 7 – Gallup to Albuquerque (almost)!

A funny kind of feeling on arrival here in Albuquerque. Elation that the first seven days of riding are behind us and that the first rest day is ahead of us. Sadness that we were unable to ride the whole…
Poetry, bikes, dementia...
Poetry, bikes, dementia...

A funny kind of feeling on arrival here in Albuquerque. Elation that the first seven days of riding are behind us and that the first rest day is ahead of us. Sadness that we were unable to ride the whole…

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It’s 10.30 at night here in California and in precisely six and a half hours our alarm will go off on a routine that will continue for the next 28 days. Up at 5am. Breakfast at 5.30am. On the road…
Drive through banks, drive through chemists, drive through launderettes, drive through restaurants, drive through funeral parlours… Okay I made the last one up. But all the same nobody seems to walk anywhere much in this part of America so the…
Humans, like hire cars, need refuelling. Although there the similarity ends. Our Chevy Tahoe with its huge gas tank can go days between refills. We can manage only a few hours between meals. And while eating fast food and filling…