We formed up like Voltron in the middle of the desert. We were going to meet up at a small cafe that was even deeper into the middle of no where but someone got his time zones confused. We’re not really like Voltron I guess, more line Venture-tron. He’s got an ice cream cone instead of an arm.
We pushed north, sticking to the highway to get to the the ‘good’ roads. There are some really nice ones in northern New Mexico, but around here it’s flat and hot. We need mountains, cool air, and turny roads.
Tomorrow will likely be the same as today but will be worth it.