One of the days we were in Laughlin we decided to go for a ride, my dad, Dave Silvia (AKA Mull because he used to have a mullet!), Joe Ricci, Our newest "employee" Murph and I. We left Laughlin to head for the small cowboy town of Oatman which is along Route 66.
The sky looked a little shaky but we left anyway. Sure enough we get caught in a hail storm. Just small hail but enough to hurt. There was no sense in stopping because where are you going to go if you pull over in the desert?
I was riding the Indian, which is such a cool bike to ride, but it has no front fender so you can imagine how wet and dirty I was. It only lasted about 10 minutes but enough to get us soaked Fortunately by the time we got to Oatman we were dry.
This little town was so cool. It was another way of life. The population was about 100 people and probably as many donkeys! We walked around the town for a while then had some lunch and tons of laughs thanks to Murph before we headed back to Laughlin.
The ride back was good except being cold! Who would have though Massachusetts was warmer than the desert!