Mmmmm Sensory overload! Avoiding the interstate as much as possible I find myself going from the north end of Federal Blvd in Denver to the end of it on the south side of Denver. Mostly Mexican but also Oriental, European and BBQ. Its lunch time and I smell every one of them. Try doing that in a car! I’m hungry now, but I can’t stop yet, I just barely got started!
Trying to decide whether to turn west now or continue south, go around the corner and there it is; Pikes Peak! Going south for sure now, I have always wanted to ride to the top of Pikes Peak and my date with the nurse isn’ until tomorrow so Pikes Peak or Bust! By the time I get to Colorado Springs the rains came, my hunger is overbearing so I pull into that staple of life McDonald’s. I’m sitting there eating the big mac and watching the traffic out the window and see the newest boost to the Colorado economy, a medical Mary Jane store. I am thinking to myself, does anyone really go in them places and buy marijuana? I can answer that now, YES they do! In the half hour I was there five people walked in and walked out with little white sacks. Other than one kid who looked like a stoner, the rest looked like my neighbors. How convenient too, across the street from McDonalds. I’m sure there is a Baskin Robbins around here someplace.
Between the rain and work related phone calls, I ran out of time to go to the top of Pikes Peak. I can do that some weekend, its close enough. The rain finally lets up on the west side of Wooodland Park and I go over my first of what I know is going to be many Mountain Passes. Wilkerson Pass is a small one and I know of no significant history or even how it got its name but a Mountain Pass nonetheless.
After passing a group of Hells Angels gassing up in Hartsel I end up staying in one of my favorite Colorado towns of Buena Vista and also one neat little motel. Jackie and Phil own the Pinon Court Motel and treat you like gold, plus a little garage to park your scooter.
I have the urge to put myself in places I shouldn’t be, dangerous places I don’t belong, unfamiliar places I don’t know. It is a vice worse than smoking or gambling.
No I don’t plan to go back to Hartsel .
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