It has been a long time since I drove from Ashfork, AZ back to North Las Vegas, NV. It was Spring and snow was still on the Mountains (covered with tall pine trees). The trees were covered with snow. Truly spectacular. I was glad for my HoneyBear to take over for awhile. The winding road was dry and no ice was there. I wanted to take pictures while HoneyBear drove. We were up about 6,000 feet. At a safe pull over we switched seats and he became the driver. I started getting my camera out of the tote. I was ready to ride and hide, hide from the beng the driver. Slowly HoneyBear, strapped in. Then I noticed something was wrong. He was driving as though he was sleepy. You know, slow and quiet. Lots of curves. big rigs passing us. I waved at them with my white gloves on to say thank you. Then we started coming down too fast.
We had reached the top. Over 7,000 feet. I curled up in a tight knot and prayed, HoneyBear was just coming down too fast and the curves were sloppy; he was just barely skimming the rails on the right side of the road. I knew I was going to stop him. I had to.
He has been a great driver all these years but hitting a guard rail and flying off the road into trees and snow was not an option.
" Honey, stop and pullover." , I can not ride down hill like this. Please"
In this picture I had fallen on a large hunk of broken cement. I landed on my right shoulder
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