Bullhead city, AZ and Laughlin, NV have the best of both worlds; a no helmet law on one side, of the river, and recreational marijuana on the other.
The Harley comes out when it’s
not too hot to ride. The day and scenery
were perfect and the photos will demonstrate; not only was it a great ride, but
I met a couple of interesting characters. This photo was captured as you ride out of
Laughlin on a local road. I rode until the pavement ended then pulled over to
grab some shots (photos not tequila). While I was taking my shots; a gentleman, on an ATV, drove over to
me. I thought he was going to ask me to
leave but instead struck up a conversation. “I used to ride,” he said.
We talked for a bit; he did most of the talking. He told me of his first bike; he was a teenager when he got it. He rode it all the time; until he went into the service. He told me how his dad had sold the bike, out from under him, while he was gone. He was still pissed about it and it was over forty years ago. He asked about my Harley; how fast does it go, what year is it, what do I like about it, what don’t I like about it and so on? He told me he moved here thirty
years ago; there was little here. He
said they built a gambling mega next door but they won’t finish the road to the
small community he lives in.
I rode on a little further before pulling over to take more shots. While taking some scenery images, I heard a strange noise; he walked out from behind a large bush. He came out where we could get a good look at one another. He gave me a look as to ask, who are you and what are you doing here? I call him Jack. He stood and stared at me for a minute; I took a couple of photos while assuring him I met no harm. I apologized for the intrusion; got on the bike and left him in piece.
AS I DROVE OFF I SAID TO MYSELF," JACKS NO ASS."
TAKEN FROM A ROAD OUTSIDE LAUGHLIN NV
The Harley comes out when it’s
not too hot to ride. The day and scenery
were perfect and the photos will demonstrate; not only was it a great ride, but
I met a couple of interesting characters. This photo was captured as you ride out of
Laughlin on a local road. I rode until the pavement ended then pulled over to
grab some shots (photos not tequila). While I was taking my shots; a gentleman, on an ATV, drove over to
me. I thought he was going to ask me to
leave but instead struck up a conversation. “I used to ride,” he said.
We talked for a bit; he did most of the talking. He told me of his first bike; he was a teenager when he got it. He rode it all the time; until he went into the service. He told me how his dad had sold the bike, out from under him, while he was gone. He was still pissed about it and it was over forty years ago. He asked about my Harley; how fast does it go, what year is it, what do I like about it, what don’t I like about it and so on? He told me he moved here thirty years ago; there was little here. He said they built a gambling mega next door but they won’t finish the road to the small community he lives in.
I rode on a little further before pulling over to take more shots. While taking some scenery images, I heard a strange noise; he walked out from behind a large bush. He came out where we could get a good look at one another. He gave me a look as to ask, who are you and what are you doing here? I call him Jack. He stood and stared at me for a minute; I took a couple of photos while assuring him I met no harm. I apologized for the intrusion; got on the bike and left him in piece.
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AS I DROVE OFF I SAID TO MYSELF," JACKS NO ASS." |
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| TAKEN FROM A ROAD OUTSIDE LAUGHLIN NV |
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PHOTO TAKEN FROM BULLHEAD CITY FROM ACROSS THE COLORADO RIVER
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| A SCENERY IMAGE WHILE ON THE ROAD |
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| SUNSET IN THE DESERT |
