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The remains. Low-hanging branches are not an rv's best friends! |
Our personal sentry - a peregrine falcon |
On Monday morning, we rose bright and early (Well, OK… )
and began our daily Bee repairs. Today,
Rob climbed up top to install the new
frig vent cover. As we worked, fitted, drilled,
handed up parts and tools, a beautiful friend joined us to keep an eye on the
project. He was screeching and surveying
the situation but I don’t think they eat humans so we were in good shape. At last, he got bored with nothing to eat
around here and flew away.
Spouse’s antennae were in overdrive when he realized that
the Unser Racing Museum is located in Albuquerque. The museum traces the history of the Unser
dynasty going back to the uncles and grandparents of Al and Bobby and continuing
to the present and Little Al’s generation.
There are still several Unsers racing in minor series but none in Indy
Cars or Nascar anymore. Seems the addiction
began with the race up Pike’s Peak beginning in the 50s although greatgrampa
rode a motorcycle up there in 1915 before there was a road. The Unsers claim about half the victories and
trophies from that event. There are two
buildings that house the cars they all drove and one entire room filled to the
gills with trophies and awards. Yes,
I’ve crashed an F-18 into an aircraft carrier but I have never driven an Indy car
at Indy. Rob wandered off and at once
heard a loud engine fire up, chased down the racket and found Lindy in the
simulator navigating the short chutes at 180 mph! I finished 10th of ten. I’m no Unser but at least I didn’t
crash! Of course, now Rob had to
drive. He finished 7th, show
off!
Not MY trophy case! |
Get high, avoid the marbles, then, dive down into the turn, right? |
Pass him, Rob! |
Rob lived in Albuquerque for 3 years as a child and
remembers the mountains, especially Sandia Peak, which was just across the
field, back then. He and Paul could ride
their bikes to the mountain on the trails through the open barren desert. There was no tramway. It was built 6 years after the DeLaMare
family moved away and now, there are entire communities populating the land all
the way to the foot of the mountains and part way up.
Do you see the car? An impressive height, yes? |
Amarillo, TX is next.
We will stay but one night as we have found that there is not much to
see or do in Amarillo. (Although it’s
been 8 years since we passed through.)
When the I-40 sent Route 66 to the ash heap of history, some small towns
took advantage and created tourist attractions based upon the historical
significance of Route 66. Apparently
though, residents decided that the freeway had relegated Amarillo to the same
ash heap. Bye bye Amarillo. The one claim to fame is the Big Texan, a
restaurant just off the highway which presents a peculiar offer. If, in one hour, one eats a 72-ounce steak
and all the sides which are served by backing a truck up to the table, the meal
is free. Seventy-two ounces of steak? A potato the size of a football? My Mom probably served a 4 ½ lb. slab of meat
to an entire family of 12! It is a merry
saloon and hall filled with hundreds of hooting guests, but we can be satisfied
with small portions and a cold brew.
Okey dokey then, let there be Amarillo.
loved the history again and the great pictures keep travelin and keep posting your oldest friend MARY B.
ReplyDeleteGreat t-log. I know what you mean about Amarillo. On our first trip from Michigan to Nevada we hit a snow storm in Amarillo that forced us to overnight there. Slim pickins. Be safe. Dawn
ReplyDeleteWe always stay in Amarillo along I40 when we can as we LOVE the Ricky Mtn Oysters there and they now have a brewery. They will send a limo FREE to pick you up and return you to your RV!!
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