I'm Kris, 28, from London.
I'll officially be old in 18 months. There's some itches that need to get scratched before that happens.
This will probably be a record for me and 10 sad friends, and perhaps for their sad friends too. Maybe even for a crown coroner.
Whoever ends up reading it, don't blame me for any spontaneous narcolepsy, eye-rolling, giggling, or coffee-snorting that may occur.
Do please comment though!



Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Interim update

Just got back from a lovely solo ride to the Hoover Dam, and took in a short stretch of Lake Mead. The ingenuity of man to create such things and from it grow flowers in the desert (metaphorically and literally) is astounding.
A touch cooler than yesterday, but I think I'll have a day out of leathers tomorrow, and enjoy the air conditioning of Vegas while they dry out.

We're off for a nice evening with some of Andrew's friends tonight, in a gated community somewhere on the west side of the city. I'm fascinated by the idea of these places, so I'm looking forward to seeing what it's like. We're due there in 90 minutes or so, and his Lordship does like to be fashionably late, so everyone sees him arrive. Not that they'll miss him on a bike that size and volume - and in that jacket.
I just hope I don't get too bored, they sound a bit up tight. It wouldn't be too bad if we could have a few glasses of something nice, but we 'must' go on the bikes apparently, so it's a no-go on the vino.

We're planning to have a coach trip to the Grand Canyon sky-walk viewing platform thingy tomorrow, and clear out of town on Friday. The coach trip should give us time to pore over some maps and work out what to do next. Chappers fancies going to Flagstaff (Arizona) and Albuquerque (New Mexico), then either across to Texas, or up toward Salt Lake City (Utah). I'm leaning toward heading back west toward San Francisco, then head up the coast roads to Seattle before the winter weather kicks in. Weather is a big consideration, and it seems it's a choice between chillier European style autumn weather, or reasonably hot desert highways. All depends on the end goal. I might be convinced if we ultimately head to New Orleans. I'd probably soil my leathers with joy to see some music live in a proper Big Easy jazz bar! If it's just going to be thousands of miles of straight lines in deserts then I'll have to sulk a bit.
We need a coherent plan. We've had time and instead fannied around in shops and tourist traps. Time to put my foot down?

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