Thursday, 23 August. I awoke to a rain washed sky. I headed over to the 1920s Magnolia gas station, the courthouse, Roark’s Hardware Store, and then over to Dot’s Mini Museum. Dot’s killed a fascinating collection of items related to 66. The sides said just go on in, the door was open, and so I did. It took a lot of photos. – from there I hopped on 66, which is the North frontage road, all the way to Adrian. There I had some ugly crust pie along with meeting roadies from different parts of the US and Europe. – I then called it a day and drove into Albuquerque. Once more I found that the motel had wireless only in their lobby. This sucks. – This evening I got together with bandit, his wife and son. We went over for some barbecue at Ruddy’s which was excellent. After this bandit and kid let me over to a day before the con party at the home of a very well-known old-time fan in the name of Jack Speer. – I was treated to more atmospheric excitement. Over for reuse parts of Albuquerque the skies opened and the rains poured down along with some soft hail. When I turned in to see office where bandit was working the water was rushing so fast that you could almost surf the waves.
