Unlike last years run the weather man seemed to
have taken mercy on us this year.
Teri remembers asking before we left, "Are we
taking leathers this weekend?"
Joe's response, "Naw, I've fried enough years
in Yuma to know that we'd just be hauling stuff we won't wear anyway".
Friday was a decent ride down to Yuma, not much
We got our tent set up over at Best Western Inn
Suites without too much hassle then took off for the fair grounds to watch
Grant set up his misting system. How prophetic that would turn out
Friday nite found us at our favorite dining location
in Yuma, Chretins.
Not everybody who was planning on attending dinner
that nite made it though. Something to do with alcohol I imagine.
Still about ten of us did get a great Mexican dinner that nite.
Then it was back to the fair ground to view the
live entertainment. The band was pretty good too.
Bug Dave made sure that there was a half dozen
gallons of Mountain Nectar on hand for those who ignore what that stuff
can do to you the next day.
Saturday morning found us jumping out of our sleeping
bags (errh agh, I meant king size bed) at the crack of nine.
Richie called to inform us that it was "sprinkling
a little". I think if he'd have said it was raining we would've needed
an ark. What was falling from the sky, most people wouldn't refer
to as a "Sprinkle!"
We may not have brought leathers but at least
Joe hadn 't pulled the rain gear out of the saddlebag.
With Teri in full rain gear over her denim jacket
off we splashed back to the fair grounds.
Shawn had arrived late Friday nite and had already
moved her tent under the cover of a building, although a little too late
to keep everything inside from floating.
When the rain let up around noon we decided it
was time to go get some grub and cruise town a bit.
The rain and clouds finally did give way to different
weather though. Notice I didn't say better weather.
The next offering of Mother Nature was that good
ole' WIND and COLD!!
So much for frying, Joe, what did ya learn?
How about next year bring leathers even if they
never get taken out of the saddlebag. A sweatshirt wouldn't hurt
By five o'clock Saturday afternoon we'd been out
in the cold long enough that we decided to skip the free meal included
with our entry. Besides we knew that calling it food was stretching
the limits of imagination just a tad bit.
Therefore it was decided that room service and
a movie was preferable to the mystery meat provided to those who had real
Then it was back to listen to the band wearing
all the clothes we had brought with us.
Sunday morning found us hitting the road at ten
and catching up with the group in Parker, just in time to stop at Foxes.
As is usual with the Yuma Run, the ride back is almost always awesome.