Sunset at the Pima County Fairgrounds boondocking area.
Despite my better judgment I braved the cold rainy weather and went down the street to the drag races today and spent a little time walking around the pits. It wasn't a great day for drag racing, or much of anything else. It was cold, breezy, cloudy with a light mist falling, and I didn't stay long because at this point in my life I'm either unwilling or unable to deal with cold and high humidity at the same time.
There wasn't any racing going on, because they were still trying to dry off the track, which looked pretty hopeless to me since there was a light rain falling part of the time I was there. I wandered around the pits for an hour or two taking pictures and watching the cars get prepped, it was enjoyable but I got so cold it wasn't fun anymore so I cruised on back home.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the last day of chilly weather, I sure hope so, all next week is supposed to be in the 60s which for me will be T-shirt weather again.
I still haven't made up my mind if I should go or if I should stay. I've been here in Tucson going on three weeks now and that seems like more than long enough to stay in one place if your house has wheels. If there was someplace in Arizona that had warmer weather than Tucson I'd be gone already. But since weather isn't a motivating factor for me I need to find another compelling reason to hitch up the Arctic Fox and leave.
The Big Show in Quartzsite starts on the 18th of January so I definitely don't want to go there until that's all over. I imagine people will start heading to Quartzsite after New Year's which will leave me more boondocking opportunities everyplace else.
I might stay in Tucson and just go to a casino parking lot. That would give me a new view for a few days, an interesting place to be for the New Years celebration, and some relatively inexpensive and somewhat tasty casino buffet food. Decisions decisions, at least I've got till Monday morning to make up my mind.
Long sleek and low to the ground, rails are designed to go very fast, very fast.
This car didn't look all that gnarly in fact it looks like you could drive it down the street. But the wheelie bars sticking out the back are a clue. And when he cranked up the engine everybody in town knew It definitely wasn't a street machine, I was wearing earplugs and the sound was deafening.
I don't think I would want to be doing over 150 miles an hour on that Harley.
It's not every day I get passed by a rail, I guess I shouldn't have challenged him to a race.