Just Tooling Around

Today was suppose to be a short ride to Sedona with some hiking and it turned out to be a day on the bike and zero hiking.....I think I like my bike...It started out leaving Flag (as us locals call it)  through Oak Creek Canyon toward Sedona.  Sedona is suppose to be an area where we all feel the spiritual side of ourselves.  There is an abundance of Yoga Classes as well as multiple massage parlors (the legit kind). 

I find myself riding through the canyon and I've taken my jacket off for just a few miles (I almost always ride fully geared up) and the spirit moves me to make a drastic change in my life.  I've learned recently that we must adapt to change...if not, life will drive us crazy.  I made a change.......

You see...I've had these riding gloves since 2007 and the only time I think about this annoying tab/label is when it's flapping in the wind while I'm riding....wellllllllll....life is about change....

You can see the twisting of the road in this pic.........

The ride to Sedona was pretty awesome.  However there is very little roadside shoulder to pull over on a bike to take pictures and every paid stop is about 8 dollars each...not one total...I could have bought a pass, but didn't...I just found places to stop and take snapshots.  My take on Sedona is that it's incredible landscape, but I'm not into the touristy shopping and didn't even stop in town. 

Now I'm getting hungry and the guy at the gas station recommends the "Barking Frog Grille".  I get the Buffalo Burger...never had one...had to try it

Now I'm feeling like a massage.(remember I'm in Sedona)..I'm not very good at yoga.  So I ask the bartender where's there a good place for a massage...Come to find out there is Namti.  I ride on over and they can get me an hour massage for 45 dollars in 15 minutes.  The girl at the counter says HE"LL be done with his current massage by then....For those who know me (and those who don't)....no guy is going to massage me....I even have a female doctor.....no way...no how...never....(and I rarely say never)...But wait....they have a school in Prescott (pronounced by us as Prescuit...no "O" in Prescott)....but not until 4:45 and I'd be 100 miles to Flag (Flagstaff Paul)....I've got nothing else better to do, so I ride through Jerome (which is this little town on top of the mountain).  I just ride through and make it into Prescott hoping the school may have a cancellation and I can get my massage....Not to be...no biggie....I tool around downtown Prescott for an hour and head on back....

On the way back to Flag, I stop on a freeway interchange for a soda and a snack and saw this on top of a post...Have I mentioned how many Germans are here renting Harley's and littering?  Damn Germans...

Another day on the "Tour"....Paul...I'm heading to "the canyon" tomorrow