But, it was such a fabulous night here in the desert that we just wanted a little motorcycle ride and a quick meal. What a gorgeous evening for a ride, too. It's about 80 degrees, and the air is perfectly clear from the breeze that was going all day. After we ate some yummy Mexican chicken, we drove up over the hill and down into the desert that is on the north shore of Lake Mead. It's a great ride, through a little canyon and down and around past huge rocks and the hardy little plants that somehow survive out there. We stopped at a turnout and just looked up at the stars that were finally starting to pop out into view.
CoolGuy asked me if I remembered my first ride on his motorcycle. Umm...no, actually, neither of us could recall it. We figure it was probably to the beach. That was a favorite place to ride because both of us couldn't get enough of looking at the ocean. We often drove down to the beach and then headed up along the edge of the tall cliffs that overlooked the ocean a little south of that beach. So, it could have been there. Here are some photos of motorcycle rides through the years.