The trip from Blythe, Ca to
Almost as soon as we entered Arizona, an overzealous state trooper roared down an on-ramp and pulled about 12 of us over, warning us that construction was going on ahead, and that traffic was being diverted over to the shoulder (where we ride). She said she couldn’t order us to halt, but advised that imminent death awaited any of us foolhardy enough to attempt the passage. We called our support van driver, and they began the laborious task of loading all of our bikes onto roof racks, cramming us into the two vans, and ferrying us five miles to the next exit. As it turned out, the construction going on was very minimal, traffic was not on the shoulder, and we could have made it with no issues. Score one for AZ highway patrol.
We got off of I-10, and rode Route 60 the rest of the way into Wickenburg.
This road is extremely desolate, and it was rare to see a car (or anything else for that matter.) We had a decent tailwind, which
pushed us along, and we arrived in the old west city of
I went to grab a Mexican late lunch/earlydinner with Tom Stenovec from