192 Sunshine and motorcycles.

    Early the next morning the sun was already warming the spacious transient home.  After her morning workout ritual Michelle was working at her heat press catching up on Bandana orders. 
     It was Sunday and Mike the home owner arrived with two of his riding buddies.  They were going for a ride and asked us to join them.   



The café reminding us that
it's just a pet and not some
ones lifeline.

    We rode up along the carefree highway and cut north on Highway 17 to a favorite motorcycle destination.  Take exit 242 on old Black Canyon highway you will find a family owned business since 1918.  Early travelers from Flagstaff to Phoenix stopped at the natural springs that still exist to this day.  Rock springs café, a quaint little spot with memorabilia and great food known for their pie.  

Not a great first date, but
she did have free drinks.

 From there the fellas were heading up to Wickenburg Arizona while the three of us headed back to Cave Creek.  We knew it would be busy as people that didn't ride all week would have their cycles out today


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Evidently related as their drinks
look the same!

Cave Creek is famous for Motorcycles and horses.  There are several tourist favorites in the little town from olive oil tasting to art and souvenir stores.  To keep up the western theme some even had live rodeo events.    One of the favorite stops for bikers is the Hideaway bar.  By now the parking lot was full and at the turn a guard was motioning the cycles to go past.  Signaling Michelle to go in with the comment "you, we will find room for" what! are we chopped liver?  Reminds me of famous 


Michelle belting out
the blues! Sing it girl!

night clubs. 

    I guess Michelle and her "Indian" have celebrity status.   Good for her!   Have you heard the one about a man that walked into a bar?  Or maybe a man walked into a bar sign?  Well here is a little twist on it.   Ruthie and I went to find a parking spot and comfort the feelings of our not so celebrity trike.   As we approached the area leading to the bar we seen Michelle visiting with one of her vendor friends.  Rather than walk around I cut across a small raised area with large rocks under the sign for the bar.  I had to duck to get under the sign (not a normal movement for me) and was turning to help Ruthie under the sign.  Unfortunately the sign was made into a "Vee" so traffic could see it

Donna?

from both directions, who knew?  I came up under the unseen sign and almost went to my knees, my God that hurt.  I think Ruthie made an unkind remark like "are you trying to kill yourself?" Even the perhaps naughty joke Michelle's friend was telling about his watch and the two lesbians didn't help.  Evidently this was not Michelle's first trip to the bar as she was acknowledged by many patrons and sang a couple of songs with the band to her mothers delight.  Not wanting to ride across the desert to Rio Verde after dark we called it a night early. 
     The next morning while the ladies were getting ready I rode to Scottsdale to pick up Ruthie's sister Donna.  She had flew down with a friend from Minnesota that was attending a workshop in town.  Ruthie was anxious to see her and had planned a day of riding to help her pass the time.  I should probably apologize for the picture above as Donna is actually much more attractive than the picture indicates.  Earlier I had found the "Freddie mask" and pulled a prank on Michelle, fortunately she has a strong heart and survived.  Hey, no one was hurt.  So get over it!  Finding it on the counter Donna not fond of having her picture taken used it as a shield. 

  Soon the ladies were ready and we headed off into the desert.   I felt pretty lucky escorting three pretty ladies.  Michelle has rode the area several times and led us out to Saguaro lake dam and marina for lunch.  A scenic area within 50 miles of the home we were occupying.  It was a great ride and I think Donna enjoyed being chauffeured around by her "little" niece and her Indian companion.  As often happens when we return to the bikes people were admiring what Michelle refers to as her "shiny bike".   I guess over 20,000 Swarovski crystals will do that.  It usually takes a little bit to get mounted wait for pictures and explain "why all the glitter". 

Hey! watch where
your putting your
hand!

It had been a great day and one more stop on the way home at "The hitching rail" just outside of Apache Junction was all we needed.  A photo opportunity inside their jail with some friendly tourists and we returned Donna to the motel and called it a day. 
    The possibility that we would be able to return and share Michelle's house made it even better.  A larger quarters to finish this years winter trip seemed very inviting.  I don't know if I have the heart to tell "Bobbie".  Tomorrow we leave to finish the other half of our circle ride back to Hemet.  After all we have guests coming to visit.  I do hope they like our tiny house.

 

Superstition Mountain.