
By the time we got to Mesa the Wing was telling me that the air temperature was 36C. We dropped our jackets at the hotel where we ran into fellow wanderer Sherm Acord of Coos Bay, Oregon. He was on the infamous NoClassEak, a modified Kawasaki Vulcan that he is breaking in for another VROCer.

I called Champion Honda to see about the gas caps ordered from Albuquerque. Seems the guy who took the order didn’t specify overnight so they weren’t there yet. Despite their error, they would not loan me a cap off an 1800 on the floor. I have no respect for these people. After we got back to the hotel, Jack took me over to D&D Cycle, which is owned by a VROCer named Mel. Mel called a scrapyard in Phoenix and found a cap, so Jack and I braved rush hour traffic and took a shortcut through the airport. Bob’s Salvage charged $12 for the cap which came off a mangled yellow 1800. The bike stopped smelling like gas.
Back at the hotel, we found Jerry “Pop-Pop” Zimmerman and his California contingent sitting around the pool. For those of you who don’t know Jerry, he is the father of Jeri Ryan of Star Trek Voyager and Boston Public fame. We sat around the pool and swapped stories and then, when they closed the pool, we moved to a grassy knoll near a back parking lot until it was time to go to bed.
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