One of Phillip's former professors (now a friend--he's the tall guy in the middle) invited him on a group motorcycle ride to and from Death Valley today.
They stopped periodically to rest and take in the verdant scenery. Actually, most of the stops were at gas stations, but this stop was unscheduled--a few of the riders missed a turn-off, and everyone had to wait for them to circle back. Incidentally, Phillip's bike is the yellow one on the left.
They had a bite to eat in a little town called Indian Wells, then headed home.
This fellow's bike had a little trouble on the way back, so he made the return trip on four wheels. Ironically, his was the bike that everyone was admiring at the beginning of the ride. I feel bad for him, but I have to admit the slogan on the tow truck cracks me up.
The trip took almost 12 hours to complete--that's a lot of time in the saddle. According to Phillip's odometer, the round-trip ride was over 500 miles long.
Good thing gas is cheap.
One of Phillip's former professors (now a friend--he's the tall guy in the middle) invited him on a group motorcycle ride to and from Death Valley today.
They stopped periodically to rest and take in the verdant scenery. Actually, most of the stops were at gas stations, but this stop was unscheduled--a few of the riders missed a turn-off, and everyone had to wait for them to circle back. Incidentally, Phillip's bike is the yellow one on the left.
They had a bite to eat in a little town called Indian Wells, then headed home.
This fellow's bike had a little trouble on the way back, so he made the return trip on four wheels. Ironically, his was the bike that everyone was admiring at the beginning of the ride. I feel bad for him, but I have to admit the slogan on the tow truck cracks me up.
The trip took almost 12 hours to complete--that's a lot of time in the saddle. According to Phillip's odometer, the round-trip ride was over 500 miles long.
Good thing gas is cheap.
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