Ride to Amboy, California
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Ride to Amboy, California
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 Upon
waking, we found ourselves socked into a massive Mojave sandstorm. What
looks like fog, is nature’s way of sandblasting our truck at no cost. We
started out to Amboy, CA after taking a short detour to fix a flat tire we
acquired yesterday. |
 It wasn’t looking like it would be a “rideable” day with quarter-mile visibility. However, our resident whip-cracker Abel was determined to ride come hell or high water (or plague of locust or stampede of cattle). |
 Luke, still needing the sanitary facilities and whining about it incessantly, finally made AJ snap. She told him that behind the nearest bush was the closest sanitary facility he’d be able to find out in the middle of nowhere. She sent him out into the dusty wind with only a piece of toilet paper to help anchor him down. |
 After
chasing after the airborne sanitary facility bush for a half-mile, Abel
finally caught up with Luke and told him that his sanitary facility was
really just tumbleweed. AJ was overheard snickering and humming to the tune
of Tumbling Tumbleweeds. |
 Stepping
out of the truck and into the 137 mile-per-hour sandstorm, a sudden blast of
wind caught Abel by surprise. As he drifted out of sight and into the
Mojave, AJ was heard yelling in her sweet, southern drall “Well butter my
butt and call me a biscuit! They weren’t jokin’ when they said to be advised
of the high winds!” |
 As
the winds died down, Luke and Abel decided to give it a whirl. They were
last seen riding off into the sunset---I mean, sandstorm |
 The town of Amboy, having prior notification of the AAA riders upcoming arrival, had the town maintenance department put out their welcome signs specifically made for Luke and Abel. |
 Luke
squints to keep the sand out of his eyes and keeps riding into the wind. |
 Trying
to upstage the young whippersnapper, Abel screams “EAT MY DUST! NO, REALLY,
I MEAN IT!” as he passes Luke on historic Route 66. |
 Abel
laughs at his fond memories of Luke forgeting to fill up his Camel Back with
water. He then pretends not to remember when he realizes that he’s trying to
rehydrate himself with an empty bottle. |
 Abel
races toward Amboy and down one of the only hills in the Mojave. |
 Eeny,
meenie, miney, moe…I can’t decide which shoe should go with which leg should
go with which outfit should go with which backpack should go with which hat.
Abel is quite lost without his better half, Jerri. Jerri, please call AJ and
advise her as to what organizational techniques she should use when aiding
Abel in routine daily activities such as picking out his leg in the morning. |
 Luke
FINALLY finds a sanitary facility and waits cross-legged and patiently for a
half hour to use it. In between fits of laughter, Abel tells him that it’s
padlocked. Poor Luke, he’ll never find the sanitary facility he’s been
looking for. |
 People
come to Amboy from all over the world to pay homage to the Tree of Holy Lost
Soles that is located at the site of the Shrine of AJ’s Lost Elbow Skin.
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 At
the site of the Shrine of AJ’s Lost Elbow Skin, AJ gets busy with the hat
stomping ritual that begins the traditional ceremonial dance of the lost
elbow skins. Luke, however, looks to Abel for help but Abel is too busy
trying to commandeer a pair of shoes from a native homeless guy to throw
into the Tree of Holy Lost Soles.
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 As
the day’s ride ends, we say goodbye to Amboy, the Tree of Holy Lost Soles,
and the Shrine of AJ’s Lost Elbow Skin. Luke, always the growing boy, tells
the others that he feels like eating some Sole Food. |
 Always
being fashion conscious, AJ took great care in falling yesterday in su a way
that the many colors of her bruise would be able to match just about
anything she wants to wear. Nothing like taking one for the team. |
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