I’ve been riding for 34 miles today and I’m still not out of the greater Phoenix area.

I love the crazy-high street numbers in Arizona.

I started seeing saguaro about 10 miles into Arizona, followed by cholla.

In addition to an airplane on top of a vintage car hauler, some interesting cars from the 40s—60s, this place also had a half-track.

Saw this sign at the B&B Bait Shop as I was leaving. Of course I had slept out in the open near foodstuffs. Obviously nothing and happened.

In Phoenix. 110 miles today. Need to connect with my old friend Carlos.

Chicken Noodle Cafe in Wickenburg AZ has real pie.

Breaking for lunch in Wickenburg. This is the first town I’ve hit in AZ where most of the homes don’t have wheels.

Honest, Sheriff Arpaio, this is just a really dark tan.