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After the success of our brief jaunt to Bernalillo two weeks ago, Roomie and I decided that the next ride would be up to Madrid. We both enjoy the Mad Hatter, and delight in the road up there. Once again, the 750 was our ride. We drove north into the clouds, past two Bernalillo County Sheriff's near the interchange of I-40 and NM 14. On the open road, traffic thinned and we were able to make our way through the final set of twisties between Golden and Madrid unimpeded by cages.
By the time we reached Madrid, Roomie was ready to stretch. She must have felt OK, because she asked if there wasn't another route that we could take home. I explained there was but it involved going up as far as Santa Fe and then on the freeway for a stretch before getting off around the Santo Domingo casino. Besides, we thought it best to retreat from the East Mountains before the expected deluge arrived.
In fact, we managed to ride through several brief showers on the way down the mountains. When we reached Sandia Resort, we saw an enormous thunderhead across the river, shooting down lightning from its southern edge. Riding home meant riding directly into the path of the storm. We pulled up the driveway in a drizzle, after a minor downpour on Second Street. No sooner was the bike safely parked in the garage, then it was raining buckets.
Posted by Underblog at August 18, 2008 6:18 AM
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