JoeG and I decide that Williams, AZ is a good stopping place. Old Route 66, another great steakhouse, charm, a shower, a BED!
Not my pal Dougie! He has "the fever" by this point... like a horse that can see the barn, like a swallow returning to Capistrano, like a yo-yo at the end of its string... or whatever.
Anyway, my talented, slightly nutso friend decides he is sleeping in his own bed that night -- bids Joe and me adeu, and rides off into the sunset to SoCal.
He made it home safe and sound (notice I didn't say "sane") around 11:00 p.m. after just shy of 900 miles for the day after a week's riding already.... jeeze Dougie, you make me look like a wimp -- which I am.
JoeG and I had a nice dinner, some sleep and then headed across the desert. We split up in Barstow, as JoeG was hankering for his own digs, too... and I headed home to SoCal.
Thanks guys! Great ridin' wich ya!