Road Trip

Thursday – rode north out of Tucson with a dozen of my old Harley buddies. They were headed to Las Vegas for the NASCAR races on Saturday and Sunday. I rode along, but not for the races. My son and his family live in Las Vegas, and, to be sure, there’s a hash there. We rode back roads north through Arizona, stopping in every smoke-filled saloon on the way, which reminded me why I don’t ride with these guys much anymore – they’re a bunch of drunks! We made a two-day ride out of it, stopping in Laughlin Thursday night, then riding on to Vegas Friday morning. Actually, I couldn’t face the thought of more bar stops on Friday, so I left Laughlin on my own and rode straight up to Vegas.

Friday – stopped at Gregory’s house to wash the Goldwing and visit with the grandchildren. That night I stayed at a hashing buddy’s house on the west side of Vegas. He was out of town and had offered me his place, which was perfect for me – I don’t like to stay at my son’s if I don’t have to, because it means turning my granddaughter out of her bedroom.

Saturday – guest hared for the Las Vegas Hash House Harriers. Gregory, aka Nose Candy, hared with me. Okay, it was a fat boy trail, but a long one, and the pack seemed to like it. I haven’t lived in Las Vegas since 1997, but I still know where to find good shiggy!

Sunday – Gregory rented a Harley, so, with our friend Jim, we rode west through Red Rock and Blue Diamond to Pahrump and Crystal, then back, stopping at biker bars (but not brothels, oh no) along the way. Gorgeous weather, bikers everywhere, spectacular scenery. And of course the only photo I took was of Gregory and Jim standing with the bikes in the parking lot of a bar. It’s so bad I’m not even going to undertake the negligible effort of adding it to this blog entry.

Monday – up early and on the road back to Tucson. I didn’t hook up with the NASCAR boys but rode home solo instead, over Hoover Dam to Kingman, then south through Wickenburg and Phoenix, getting home around five in the afternoon. I note that my son – surely no kin of mine – was complaining about his sore butt after riding all of 200 miles on Sunday. My butt, on the other hand, is happier than it’s been in quite some time!