After dinner, Scott, Tom and myself road back to Lake Havasu down the Arizona side. Every intersection we passed was filled with cops parked on the side of the road. At the first once, we counted 9 cars, the next two had at least 5 cars each. We only saw a couple of people getting tickets, and those were cage drivers. They must have spent a fortune on over time. Once we got back home it was time to prep the bikes for the return trip the next morning. Check the oil, tighten the bolts top off the air in the tires, and load up the bags. Then get some sleep.

The morning came all too soon, and it was time to say good by and get on our way back home. This time instead of clouds, we had clear skies and warm sunny weather to start our journey on. I had also moved my CD player from the tank to the front pocket of my saddle bag. We mount up and take off and seems good, even the music is working. At least until the wind kicked up and started blowing the bag around (Chase Harper soft bags). Oh well, will try something else and the next gas stop in Ludlow. Which as it would turn out, I would have plenty of time to find a new place for it while we waited in line for gas. What we didn't realize was that on the other side of the motor home visible in the background, was another set of pumps with nobody waiting at them. While Tom and I were waiting in line (Scott's BMW having better gas mileage didn't need gas) Scott did a little exploring and came back and pointed this out to us. We immediately scooted over to the other pumps and got out of there much sooner then we expected too.

With the CD player now in the top of the T-Bag we proceeded back to Barstow where we could have lunch at IHOP and Scott would head back to L.A. while Tom and I headed back to San Jose. The trip was a little more eventful then the trip out. The way out, but the weather was much nicer, but there was a lot more traffic on the road with all of its attendant hazards. We took 99 back North instead of I5 for a little change of scenery. About halfway between Bakersfield and highway 152 I went to put my feet on my highway pegs, only to discover that the bolt on the right peg had vibrated loose and fallen out(*). Luckily the peg was still there, held in by friction and air pressure. I pulled over to the side quick and pulled it off and stuffed it in my saddle bag. Not quiet in as good a mood as I was, continued on our way home. A stop at Casa Da Fruita, (near Gilroy on highway 152) for dinner was a welcome opportunity to stretch the legs and refuel the bikes. From there it was straight on back to San Jose where Tom and I parted ways. I pulled back into my place at about 8:30 or 9 (can't remember exactly now. Pulled the bags off the bike and called it a day.

That was our trip. About 1400 miles in 3 days and a lot of fun. Good practice for the upcoming Durango VROC 2000 run later this year. We will see you there!

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(*) I called Kury Akyn the next day and they promised** to send me a new bolt in the mail. No questions no problem. Now thats what I call service. You can bet I wil be doing more business with them in the future.
(**)Not only did they send it to me free, they sent me four of them!