Another scooter day. Joan mapped out a route for us before we left...
We've discovered that some of the roads in the Tucson area were last maintained during the Nixon administration. They don't have frost heaves like up north, but the sun and heat do a number on the asphalt... and, as near as I can tell, they repair the cracks and potholes with something resembling black paint. It doesn't fill the cracks... or, maybe the just crack again in the same place. These scooters are peppy and sporty, but they don't have the compliant suspension of a touring motorcycle. I'm sure front end alignment places do well around here... and dentists: some of these roads will knock the fillings out of your teeth!
It was a bumpy ride to the west to get to some open roads. Here's a photo essay of that time...
The obligatory "you shoot one of me, I'll shoot one of you" images...
And, back on the road...
In keeping with my personal policy of: "Ride to Eat, Eat to Ride," we stopped at Texas Roadhouse for supper...
If that parking lot looks a bit empty to you, we got there just before they opened - we seasoned citizens know where to go for the early-bird specials. ;-)
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