Breakfast in Moab is worthy of its own post, as are all the crazy drivers out there…

Demonstrating that we have in fact not “grown up”, we showed up at my parents house in Phoenix on motorcycles in the middle of the night and dominated the garage with oily bike parts and “special projects”.  Anticipating our arrival, they already had tools out ready to go and the garage cleared of cars…the way a garage should be. : ) My folks helped us rewire a switch on Katelyn’s heated grips and customize a gps mount.

One last piece of Mom’s epic carrot cake and we were off again into the night, rolling for the Pacific Coast.

                                                                                                                                       Thanks mom for the photos!