|Group photo in front of the Kachina Motel on Sunday, the last day of the rally|
|A little mud, worn like a badge of honor|
|I even wore my muddy shoes and pants to dinner|
|Someone, that loves us dearly, even brought a cherry pie to the BBQ, bought at a local Farmer's Market|
Saturday night, the hotel where we stayed, the Kachina Inn, put on a BBQ. All the riders gathered, and sticking with tradition, a couple of hard-core Triumph riders wore kilts.
This may seem like a lot of craziness to some, but it is akin to the art shows, horse shows, dog shows, quilt shows and other activities that trip your triggers. Attending a motorcycle rally trips mine.
Just thought I'd give you a taste of what I've been doing here in New Mexico. I feel like my controversial post yesterday might have kept readers away. Then again, so will this one, as I'm sure you're sick and tired hearing about my motorcycle adventures.
Don't worry, life is a cycle, and this phase shall pass in its own time.
I'm back in Truth Or Consequences now. Excited about meeting Mrs. Spadoman Thursday in Phoenix so we can spend some time together at our new place in New Mexico.
Peace to all