| After Prescott, 89 wound through a few other forgettable towns like Wilhoit and Peeples Valley. I passed right through them as if they weren�t even there. I did slow down when I passed through the busiest section of each town but that only meant a few hundred feet at 40 mph. The rest of the time I was moving around 80 mph. I then reached the town of Yarnell, which was having some kind of parade right in the middle of town. The road was lined with people from the town cheering on weirdly dressed people in cars moving at parade speeds. I got stuck right in the middle of this �parade� and some of the people standing by the side of the road looked at me going, �Huh? Who (or what) is that dude in a black suit riding that strange lookin� motosickle?� Those damn leathers again! I was glad to get the hell out of there! Just after Yarnell, Highway 89 decided to reward my patience with a breathtaking descend back into the desert. The road �split� with only the south bound lane, which was my lane in view as it twisted and turned down from the high plateau�s and mountaintops I had been riding on since Williams. I stopped at a scenic turnout with a great view of the Southern Arizona desert where I was about to ride down to. |
