Day Two-Flagstaff, AZ to Abuquerque/Santa Fe, NM

Our second day of travel can be best described in one word....WINDY! I'm not talking a little gust here and there, we experienced constant winds and gust of up to 60 mph for 400 miles! We knew it would be windy, as I-40 was closed the day before from Flagstaff to Winslow, AZ, but that morning it had opened up and we were told by locals that after Winslow it got better. Well, that was a bunch of crap....

OMFG when we road into New Mexico it was so bad the bike Gloria and I are on would be thrown (literally) from one side of the lane to the other (due to our higher profile bag). Steve/Debbie's bike would get the death wobble every time they would pass a big rig. I wanted a beer at the Chevron station about 130 miles from Albuquerque, but Gloria said no! ("all i wanted was a Pepsi [for you Suicidal fans])....Nonetheless, it was a blast (personally speaking). Richard, on the other hand, looked smooth with his hair flowing in the wind (no helmet laws), almost like he was filming the modern day version of Easyrider!! The guys have white nuckles and Debbie and Gloria are on prozac!

At the NM border, we ran into a father son twosome who were traveling from the east coast to California. I spoke to the father, who had a Torrance PD patch on his biker vest. He, about 65, explained that when he was a young hoodlum (his words), he and a friend broke into a police car and took the cops jacket and shotgun! They also told us that two days prior in Arkansas, it was so windy that when they set up camp at the campground (real bikers), they had to bungy their bikes to a tree and sleep on the floor of the bathroom! (real stinky bikers). Nice guys and part of what we wanted to experience on this trip........Americana!!!

In Albuquerque we stopped at the first place we saw, a wine bar (surprise!) St. Clair's Winery. As our luck would have it, we were served by JESUS! I thought the guy had an attitude, as he didn't want to place Gloria's order for a case of Mouvedre (told us it was easier online), he forgot Steve's crab cakes and the bleu cheese on his burger, and was an overall ass (Gloria will edit that out). Obviously, this Jesus was NOT our savior.

Drove 60 miles to Santa Fe where we are staying at the very quaint Old Santa Fe Inn (thanks to Debbie). Had a few drinks and we all his the sack. Oh, btw, Steve's bike is experiencing front end problems and may need service in Amarillo, stay tuned................