Wow! What great pictures! And I was there, too! Well for some of it.
So the story on the motorcycle on the tow truck: The poor Honda VFR has an electrical issue (oooo... surprise!) which stranded me by the side of 62, in a two-foot shoulder, with rain and hail coming down. Not to mention that drivers were not slowing down or pulling over and one fine citizen blared his horn at us. :nono
Johnny and Crash rode to the rescue and called the tow truck and the dude was there in a fairly timely fashion. So I got to ride the Million Dollar Highway... in a tow truck. If that just isn't 100% yeeee-haaaa, I don't know what is. [/sarcasm]
After considering our options (repairing the bike or hauling both bikes home), the fact that one of us has to go to work on Tuesday, and the heat index, we decided to rent an air-conditioned U-Haul truck and pile our bikes and stuff into it and return home. Of course, all trucks are sold out in Durango, so M.Brane and I rode two-up to Pagosa Springs to pick up a 15-ft U-Haul truck (the smallest U-Haul truck with a ramp) and I drove it back to Durango.
With the help of Johnny, Crash, and the Mighty Gryphon, both bikes were loaded and we left a bit behind the Five Horseman of the Apocalpse from Durango. Oddly enough, we stopped at the Four Corners as well so I'll load some pictures later. Eight hundred miles later, we arrive back at our abode in Southern California, unloaded everything except the bikes, drank some alky-hol, and went to bed.
Today we unloaded the bikes, cleaned them up, and M.Brane is tearing into the electrical issue. The punchline here is that it doesn't look to be the rectifier, so have to dig deeper.... good thing we decided to just pack up and head home. Which just goes to show you: you just don't know what might happen on a motorcycle ride.
More later...