Getting our kicks

Waking early, we got on the road out of Albuquerque and headed east.
We first hit up a dinner for breakfast and found out that the majority
of this town talks to itself. With only six people present, the place
was at full capacity with inner (outter) monologue ranging from
pleasant conversation with their soup special to personal arguments
about the real function of shirt buttons. Then, biking downtown we
passed this guy yelling like a soccer mom at a little leave game with
no one else around. ABQ is a crazy place!

Picking up the pace and biking towards sanity, we started our morning
climb that stetched over 90 minutes and up 1,200 feet. After the hills
in California, this was nothing and the shoulder was massive.
Cresting the hills we flew down the road and came up on this huge
storm to the north. In these wide open spaces, you can see storms
forming for miles and we raced to get beyond the clouds. We made it to
Moriarty just before the bottom fell out and tore up a Chinese buffet
for an hour.

Tomorrow's a long trek to Santa Rosa, about 90 miles, but highway 40
is a straight shot and we've got a nice camp site set up for Memorial
Day weekend. The road was perfect today and better tomorow. We're
starting to get our kicks on Route 66!