Thursday night, Mark and Mark and Susana and I headed out for Moab for a weekend of fun and riding. We woke up Friday to a beautiful desert morning, had a late breakfast at The Jailhouse Cafe. I had grapefruit juice, chorizo eggs, and swedish pancakes.
We were riding by noon.
I was barfing by 1:30. Violently.
We started making our way back, but I was slow, increasingly exhausted, and becoming not present. Many thanks to Tony and Tom, awesome motorcyclists from New Mexico, who put my exhausted self on the back of one of their motorcycles and gave me a ride back to the car, and to Mark and Mark for figuring out how to get my own bike back to the car.
Back in the hotel room, I had a vomitous Friday night. Saturday was feverish and awful, and foodless. Sunday we drove back, and I managed to keep down a Dairy Queen sundae.
I swear to Allah that one day I’ll make it to the end of Amasa Back.
Sorry, friends, for my impact on your weekend, and thanks for all of the help and support.
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