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We got on the road by 7:40 a.m., after a quick breakfast in our Best Western Hotel.  Forgetting it was a Friday in Lent, I inadvertently ate some sausage links for breakfast and then quickly forgot about it.  When we sat down for lunch in Superior, AZ,  I remembered it was Friday.  Paraphrasing here, Mark teased me that, since I had already sinned by eating meat once today, my milk bottle soul couldn’t get any blacker by having a burger for lunch, but I successfully resisted the temptations of the Mark devil and had a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.  Here are a few pictures of the rest stop we took about 90 minutes into the ride.

Tim & Mark @ 1st rest stop

Tim and Mark at first rest stop.

Cacti & Verde tree @ 1st rest stop

Young saguara, chawla cactus and verde tree at first rest stop.

Barrel cactus @ 1st rest stop

Barrel cactus plant at first rest stop along U.S. 60 – yes, I still love the desert vegetation!

After my good Catholic lunch in Superior, Beth and I got my helmet cam (Thanks Chris Pagoda!) mounted and operational.  Here is the view riding out of Superior, AZ right after lunch.

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Not too far from Superior, we came to the famed and feared Queen Creek Tunnel.  It is 2 lanes going eastbound (our direction) but has about a 6% grade.  So Beth drove Midnight Blue (please vote several times for that name! 🙂 ) behind us with her flashers on, which made it a tad less scary.  Here is some video I took while riding through the tunnel.  Tim is the one shouting Alleluia! as we near the exit.  Enjoy!

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And here are some pictures I took once out of the tunnel.  The mountains were pretty awesome!

View of exit of Queen Creek Tunnel

Exit of Queen Creek Tunnel after successfully riding through, with Beth’s help.  Thanks Beth!

Mountains and cut on east side of Queen Creek Tunnel Mountains on east side of Queen Creek Tunnel.

Not too far from this tunnel, the desert vegetation started to change, and we didn’t see Saguara anymore.  So here is one more shot of the side of a mountain along U.S. 60 showing all of the Saguara growing on it.

Mark, Tim and Saguara cacti - I'm going to miss seeing Saguara! :(

Mark, Tim and Saguara cacti – I’m going to miss seeing Saguara! 🙁

We climbed for about another 10 or 15 miles after the tunnel, after which we were able to coast now and then.  Here is one more video showing some downhill riding today.

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We made it to Globe a little before 3 p.m., had a few beers, and listened to Tim read from “Conquering the Borderlands,” so we can find out what we should expect from the ride tomorrow.  We finished up the day eating at a really nice Mexican Restaurant named Chalo’s Casa De Reynoso.  Here is a picture of the graphic on the menu.

Menu graphic for Calo's Casa de Reynoso in Globe, AZ - great food and lots of it.

Menu graphic for Calo’s Casa de Reynoso in Globe, AZ – great food and lots of it.

The restaurant cashier is the wife of the owner, who bought it from his parents.  The restaurant started in 1969 and has been continuously operating ever since.  The sleeping hombre is the father of the current owner, who is dreaming about having a beautiful senorita bring him a delicious meal.  But his wife, the current owner’s mother, is about to hit him over the head with a rolling pin! Oh and by the way, there just happens to be another Saguara – he’s sleeping next to it!

Oh and by the way, I was a good Catholic boy and had Cheese Enchiladas for dinner on this Friday night in Lent. 🙂

I think I can.  We got an early start after a great sausage and eggs breakfast.  OOPS-forgot about Lent.  The first climb wasn’t too bad so I started feeling confident.  All those spin classes at the Y really paid off. Thanks Steve, Joe, Gina and Frank!  After lunch in Superior, Az, we started for the Queen Creek Tunnel.  We resumed climbing to the mouth of the tunnel where Sag Lady was waiting for us. Brian had his first fall this trip-a nasty one on gravel.  Bloodied his knee and bruised his hip but he is a trooper.

The tunnel wasn’t bad.  One car was honking at Sag Lady for driving so slow but gave a friendly honk, if there is such a thing, when it passed her and realized what she was doing-protecting three old men Wearing spandex.  From there the ride kept rising for many miles ultimately reaching our highest elevation at 4,888.

Then the down hills started. Brian and Mark were much better than last year, not going all out.  They still go faster than I am willing to go but I catch them pretty quickly on the flats and up hills.  All in all a good day.

Can’t wait to read reactions to the video posts. Don’t forget to check out Sag Lady post and cast your vote to name the sag car.

Like Led Zeppelin in 1991, SAG LADY IS BACK. I know how much you have missed me.

Last year’s journey was unexpectedly wonderful, so I have high hopes for Leg Two (L2). My dad thinks I need to keep my expectations in check, but my feeling is, more than anything that actually happens here, it’s my attitude that affects the experience. So I’ll just expect all the wonder I want.

Besides, if my flight to Phoenix was presageful (thanks, Merriam-Webster; it’s hard to find a word that means “portentous” but with a positive connotation), L2 is bound to be interesting. Shortly after I got on the plane, two guys my age introduced themselves, apologized, and took their seats next to me. I soon learned that they were apologizing for being total goofballs. They were on their way to Arizona to “watch Spring Training baseball and drink beer.” Like me, they’d each enjoyed two tall Goose Island IPAs at Sammy Hagar’s Beach Bar and Grill while our flight was delayed, so we had an immediate, mildly inebriated bond. We started playing a game of War with cards shaped like boogie boards that one of the guys had. They joked around with each other like twelve year olds. Then a 70ish British woman in the row ahead of us turned around and started talking to us. Soon a middle-aged, recently divorced guy in the row behind us joined in. The plane ride officially became a cocktail party, and kept on, likely to the chagrin of everyone around us, for the rest of the five-hour journey. Stories were told, secrets were shared. It was fun, a little exhausting, and unforgettable.

A few hours later, after a surreal dinner with Tim at a hipster pub that was playing heavy metal and a gory sci-fi movie, I went to bed at 1 a.m., or 3 to me.

I woke up after four short hours, still exhausted from the airplane party.

Dad and Mark arrived early, then got to work building their bikes. They hadn’t slept much, either, which probably contributed to this situation:

Dad messed something up and no one could figure it out.

Dad had messed something up and no one could figure it out

Chris tried to provide guidance but it was too hard for him to see what was going on

Chris tried to provide remote assistance but it was too hard for him to see what was going on; I’m sure this won’t be an issue by 2015 (L5), when all the technology from Back to the Future 2 becomes reality

Fortuitously, God had built a bike shop across the street from the hotel to solve this problem. Mark and Tim walked the bike over there and we all went to lunch. By the time we were done, so was Dad’s bike.

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Thanks, God, and thanks, Ehrhardt!

Let's get this party started

Let’s get this party started, right?

And once again, they’re off!

And I was left to my extremely easy half-hour drive to Apache Junction.

Apache Junction is depressing. You are glad you don’t live there. I asked the woman at the Best Western desk if she could recommend a good restaurant, and she said, “Ugh…. There really aren’t any good restaurants in this town.”

ME: “Okay, could you recommend a restaurant in a town nearby?”

WOMAN: (long pause) “Well, there’s a place that’s not too bad here called Los Gringos Locos.”

ME (distrustfully): “Okay…”

It’s clear that Apache Junction needs all the dollars it can get.

The guys arrived not long after I did. Dad and I went to a weirdly curated supermarket called FOOD CITY and bought some supplies, then we all sat on my balcony, relaxed with some snacks, and listened to Tim read from Conquering the Borderlands, about a group of women cyclists who followed the same route as the brothers.

Mark loves it when Tim reads to us

Mark loves it when Tim reads to us

Afterward, we went out to an early dinner at Los Gringos Locos, the not-too-bad Mexican place with great margaritas (but mediocre food, but whatever).

Oh, but what about the minivan? Great White will always hold a special place in my heart, but I am now driving a brand new, midnight blue Dodge Grand Caravan. I am the first and only driver of this guy. The transmission is a little overactive on hills, but overall it’s a sweet ride.

"What about me?"

“What about me?”

However! I need your help with a name. Here are the contenders:

Boy Blue – One of my favorite ELO songs. It fits because the car is young, get it?

Blue Shark – In keeping with the shark theme (but not the glam metal theme, unfortunately).

Midnight Rider – Inspired by the classic Allman Brothers road trip song.

Queensrÿche – Don’t pick this.

Other – Who knows, maybe your ideas are better than mine.

Thanks in advance for your vote!

Note: Voting closes Sunday 3/03 at 1 p.m. You can vote as many times as you want, but please be reasonable.