April fools...

I am relieved to report that after their confrontation with the San Diego PD, Neil and Tony were set free so that the Tour could continue (though they were apparently pumped thoroughly for information and now have indelible memories of a certain policeman by the name of Big Bubba). Andy returned to the hotel garage to find that his Harley had disappeared... all by itself. Half a coronary later it was revealed to him that he was indeed the subject of a cruel but very funny April Fools joke... aptly named.

Thursday's ride took us from sea level up through a stunning range of hills at around 4500 feet and back down to the plains of Arizona. The weather was fab, the roads stretched into the distance further than you could see and bear in mind that the next time the roads melt back home (assuming we ever have a summer) the temperature here regularly exceeds 45C and the roads are 100%. I believe that I was unfair in my assessment of Yuma yesterday. It's a nice place but the one horse moved to Vegas a few years back and the population seem to share amongst other things several genes and the same brain cell.

As ambassadors of Great Britain (though everyone here seems to think we're all Australian) we did our bit to advance the 'Special Relationship' which exists between our countries and seen here are Neil and Andy sharing an entente cordial with the barmaid of the only pub in town.

After nearly a week of living out of black bin bags, issues of personal hygiene are now coming to the fore. A certain member's riding boots are now banned from three states and are becoming a hazard to public health. It would be unfair to name names, wouldn't it Reidy?


We hit the road to Tucson on Friday, hopefully not literally.