Once we were on the road again, we hit a construction area where we were delayed 20 minutes or so. When we passed this, we got to ride an amazing ride. Fourty-five miles of 50-60 MPH sweepers- WOW. That brought us to the next gas stop 60 miles from Caliente, the town of Alamo.
Here we got gas, and Sparky got a kiss from a cashier- that put even a bigger bounce in his step. At this point, one word for Sparky- DECAF. Prior to departing Alamo, Mark wanted to give directions to the hotel for everyone, incase we got separated in the Las Vegas traffic, when he said we need to get off the freeway at Flamingo, he picked up one leg and put his arms out like a bird… I guess it was a visual for those whose ears were deaf by riding near Sandy and Guy’s bikes
