Day 7: Mountain Sighting
Road from Carlsbad to Roswell
Nice weather this morning, and the road was quiet.
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Just north of Roswell this sign was on was by the highway: Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers–Prison in the Area. Farther north at a rest stop: Watch for Rattlesnakes. These announcements should have been made to me while I was in NYC.
Made it safely to the gas station/grocery store in Vaughn. There were at least 10 motorcyclists gasing up at the same time as I was. Notables included a knarly, Harley rider with arms and face tanned to leather and white skin beneath his vest; a yuppie-like, BMW couple that refused to pay $2.50 a gallon for gas; and a bookish, young guy on a 1500cc orange Honda who looked like he was running away from home (his bike was great).
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Memories
Did a Santa Fe drive-by, but decided to stay in Albuquerque. The Sandia Mountains are everything I remember as they stand looking out over the city.
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Food and the New York Effete Elite
This time I ordered a sandwich–a much safer choice. I’ve also realized that, although I’m not a card carrying, obnoxious, Manhattan elitist, I have picked up a few bad habits (who knew that an unwillingness to leave the Villages could turn into something so bad?)
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Left-over Thought
What is it with loose pants? In the 80s it seemed a logical reaction to the show-everything pants of the 70s. But, I’ve noticed a lot of guys who can’t take one step without holding their pant up by the waistband or crotch. I don’t quite see why there is a cool factor associated with this. Dart-guy, mechanic-guy, and orange-motorcycle guy were all offenders. A puzzlement.