So today I am making my way towards San Antonio to visit The Alamo. Its about 1000 miles so it’s going to take a few days. First, however, I am going to visit Tombstone, the site of the famous OK Corral shoot out. It’s about 25 miles off the interstate but thats ok, a 50 mile detour isn’t a big deal.
As I go through Tucson I see a Harley dealers.. expect they are shut, it being labour day. As I pass I see it is actually open, so I turn around and go back for a visit, oh and a pin please.
More fabulous scenery and as you can see, not all deserts are just sand, there is quite a lot of greenery.
As you know, I do love a water tower, but they have to have the place name on them. I have seen plenty of towers and onions but they have been plain so I don’t bother photographing them. It has been quite a while since I have seen one with a place name on but yay here is one today.
And a very nice one too, with the little roof on the top.
Very soon after this I arrive at Tombstone… I pull up to park the bike and I can’t get the sidestand down as its on a slope and it won’t extend fully. I am now stuck… again! The bike is too heavy to push backwards, there is gravel on the ground and I can’t get off… jesus!!
I do manage to move the bike backwards by using my left leg jammed against the side of the engine… this is extremely hot and is burning my leg, but I don’t have a choice. It is excruciating but at least I can now ride the bike forwards up onto the pavement and can get it round enough to get out of the gravel and off the slope. I now park it elsewhere, but my leg is very very painful.
Anyway, Tombstone… wow what a place. It really has been restored well, and they’ve got a Harley shop…. seriously!
you can’t really see it in the photo but itsthe second one along with the usa flag outside. I do pop in of course and get the obligatory pin… and the very nice saleswoman offers to take a photo of me next to the shop sign… I’m sure everyone does it.
You might notice that my forehead is looking a bit red… I forgot the sunscreen this morning.
So here is Tombstone.
One of the Saloons has a woman with a rather unfortunate name for its title…
not very kind, is it… I wonder if she did indeed have a big nose??
Interesting street names too.
It would seem I’m not the only Harley in town.
And this is where it all happened, the OK Corral, except it’s closed… sheesh!!
I take a leisurely walk, (hobble), around the town and by the time I have done so it is getting rather late. The plan was to ride to Lordsburg and stop over there tonight, but its still 130 miles away, so I decide to stay in Tombstone. I find a bed for the night on booking.com but before I go there I take a ride to the edge of town to Boot Hill, the old cemetery.
I get there at 6.30, just as they are closing… damn, I’m not having much luck. Ok well I’ll just go to my hotel now… and what a hotel it is…
really couldn’t have been better, so perfect for a night in a place like Tombstone don’t you think.
Once I get to my room I have a look at the damage to my leg…
Owwww… I break out the first aid kit and lance it then cover with a clean, dry dressing. Not pretty but it will do for now.
It feels much better for the lancing.. I’ll get some proper dressings tomorrow.
BTW, look what I found…
Now that’s fantastic….