Tuesday, 22nd September, Yuma: Flat tyre on the freeway
Damn and blast. We get a flat tyre just outside Yuma, Arizona (as in “3.10 to…”). It’s pitch black, we’re on the side of a major highway, and Mike’s already been driving for 5 hours.
Much sweat later, new tyre is on the back of bike. We realise, despondently, that our dream of making the border tonight (in order to make for a whole day’s driving in Mexico the next day) is over. We limp back into Yuma.
