Day 10 – Las Vegas to Tucumcari

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Poetry, bikes, dementia...
Poetry, bikes, dementia...

Day 11 >>>>
Another day curtailed by dangerously strong cross winds that threatened to dump us on the black top at any moment. Managed to ride 114 miles before Mike Munk (tour leader) called a halt. One of the two Kiwi riders, Symon, took a heavy fall after…

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 way from Gallup to Albuquerque.…

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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 by 7am. The early starts…
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 locals spend an awful lot…
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 a vehicle may take roughly…