The Scorching Desert that I Call Home:
Texas
Days 159 – 160
June 5 – 6
Fort Worth, Texas to New Mexico
There’s only one way to ride a motorcycle through Texas
during the summer: fast as hell and preferably not during the hottest part of
the day (i.e. 9:00 AM to 8:00 PM). Alas,
we live in an imperfect world, and I was grateful that I at least had the sense
to buy a motorcycle jacket with enough ventilation to prevent me from cooking
myself at 80 mph (129 km/h for my international readers). After spending four days of quality time with
friends and family, it was time for me to say my goodbyes and jump on the road
that has always been calling my name.
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| My Triumph Tiger 800 is going to take me across this beautiful country. |
It was bittersweet leaving Texas again, full of love from
everyone and heeding their voiced warnings and concerns. Of course my intention was to stay safe
during my journey; I have a bright future, after all. But as someone who once shot guns for a
living, lived in Iraq for many years, and jumped out of airplanes for fun on
more than one occasion, my boundaries of “safe” may differ from how others
intend that word. At least I wear all of
my gear while riding.
Texas is hot. This
is more apparent on a motorcycle in June.
After two days with a layover in Palo Duro Canyon (third visit now, so
it wasn’t so bad that I was too exhausted to have a look around), I exited the state
and landed up in Northern New Mexico.
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| One of the many reasons Palo Duro will always be special: cool rock formations. |
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| I got to follow Route 66 for a few hundred miles out of Texas. |
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| Not everything in the desert is boring. |
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