Remember how Beau, Alex and I were heading to Arizona for the Spring Fling? Well, it was a complete bust.
First, Beau canceled at the last minute. Rather than seeing that as a sign, Alex and I decided to go anyway. I got to work late Thu. morning, having had to prep the vehicle for the trip seeing as how I wasn’t expecting to drive. Work’s been amazingly busy for me since KC has been out of the office all week, and he has me filling in for him. That all adds up to us leaving for AZ at 2 PM instead of noon. 2 PM + 12 hour drive = 2am arrival in Phoenix. Shit.
Feeling the need to give Alex ammo to make fun of me, I proceeded to run out of gas on one of my shifts. The RX-8 isn’t an economy car on the best day, and it certainly isn’t with two bikes on the roof. That, plus a 100+ mile break with no gas stations ended up with us out of gas. So we watched a DVD for an hour before the roadside assistance guy showed up with a couple of gallons to get us to the next station. Add another hour behind schedule. :(
We got to Phoenix and remembered that Arizona is an hour ahead of us. That’s another hour gone. It was after 4 AM. We had to be on the trail at 9 AM, which of course didn’t happen. The alarm woke us up, but we were both too tired to pound out a long-ass hard ride, so we skipped it. On to Sedona, where we found that it was possibly going to rain. Then Alex got sick for a few hours, because we hadn’t had enough go wrong.
The forecast showed no rain until Sat. afternoon, so we figured we might get a ride in. Saturday morning rolled around and it was pouring. We decided to cut our losses and head home empty-handed. We ended up having to drive through rain and snow to get home, but arrived home without further incident. Oof!