Day 8 sept 12
Down day for tire repair
God smiled on us as there was a coffee roaster not more than two blocks from our hotel in Santa Fe. Even in San Diego such a good cup could not be found.
We set off to the tire shop with grand hopes of solving the truck’s flat tire problem. You know men like to fix things. Today was going to be one of those days!
Alas, the unicorn rare sized tire did not make the shipment to Santa Fe. However, the could get a tire that size to another town an hour away. An hour away!
So like the Beverly Hillbillies, we loaded up our stuff and moved. Our tire indeed was waiting for us at our destination. Ah a solution brought some great smiles (combined with a hamburger and chocolate shake).
Around 3:00 pm we were off to find our course resumption in Cuba, NM.
Cuba…. Now there’s a memorable town. Two out of the three motels were not fit for humans to sleep in. The ‘Frontier’ motel was a fine example of 1960’s motor days. 60 years later, kinda just barely.
The weather had turned inevitably on us so in the parking lot, we put up our pop up. Since we were nearly the only ones there, we didn’t get any pushback.
We all pitched in and got our dinner prepared of Ron’s grass fed lamb, rice and broccoli salad. When the meal was ready, we were joined by two other bike riders and three more motorcycle riders! Such a diverse group.
It rained more that evening justifying our decision to sleep in the motel.
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