
Riding through the Old West
High noon seemed like an appropriate time for our meet up. There wasn’t any gunplay planned, but my steed’s sudden oil leak did have me wondering if I’d make it through the trip. I’d noticed the dripping just a few days prior, too late to get it fixed before I left. Rather than miss out, I decided to press my luck. The warbling whistle of a Clint Eastwood movie soundtrack trailed off in the back of my mind as I headed south from Tucson.







