Crazy Larry's Excellent Adventures

It took 3 1/2 days of driving as fast as we could to get out of California. In the 2 1/2 days since, we've crossed into Arizona, back to California, Arizona again, Nevada, Utah, and due to having to chuck the plan yet again we find ourselves back in Arizona. Along the way I've fought off rabid donkeys with a magic carrot, eaten Mexican food for dinner 4 nights in a row, and started off every day by getting lost. Seriously, every single day. If we continue at this rate we'll be back in Ottawa in time for labor day. That would cause several problems. I promised Dan I would show up for work at some point and in return he promised I could get skydives at the staff rate. He's held up his side of the bargain, me, not so much. The bikes, which left Ottawa fully serviced are already due for some maintenance, and could be overdue for complete rebuilds by the time we return. As for me, 6 days of driving randomly all over the southwestern US at ridiculous and unsafe speeds is starting to take it's toll upon knees and shoulders that were kinda sketchy before we even left home. Naproxen and extra strength Tylenol for breakfast can only do so much.

We're in Page, home to Antelope Canyon and Horseshoe Bend. We've dodged and fed donkeys, crossed several deserts, crisscrossed a dozen mountain ranges, eaten dinner in the shadow of London Bridge, and this morning we went from shorts and T shirts at breakfast to heavy jackets and sweaters at lunch next to snowbanks, then back to shorts and T shirts again as we descended back into the desert.

Tomorrow morning we head to the Motus dealership in Dolores Colorado so I can throw a leg over a Motus MSTR. It's the boutique bike of boutique bikes, a high end hand assembled machine utilizing all the best components available in the world, built around their own V4 engine that delivers an insane amount of power and torque that rivals the energy produced by an electric motor. Accompanied by a price tag comparable to it's power output. With any luck, I'll try it on for size and it won't fit, any other result does not bear consideration. Quite apart from the ridiculous price tag it is impossible to import it into Canada without first filling out a foot tall pile of paperwork to prove to the Registrar of Imported Vehicles that it complies with all the silly regulations that an entire army of bureaucrats could come up with to interfere with peoples fun.

I'm hoping I hate it. but then, on the other hand......