Day 12. Mile 2415. Peyson, az

My knees were complaining something awful so I was compelled to stop. I
think the bike needs the rest too. After holbrook, the bike developed a
scary headshake that I think is related to the warped front rotor. I
believe the heat caused the rotor to expand, which compounded the
warpage. Every so often I would feel the bars jerk. To remedy this, I
decided to shave down the front brakes a bit. It seems to have worked as
I have not encountered any headshakes as severe as the ones on 377.

I must apologize to the fine state of new mexico, and possibly missouri,
because they have lost their prettiest state place. I had the sheer luck
of taking arizona route 260 west through the forrested mountains. To my
right I had a massive forest, and to my left I had a view of the entire
forrested mountain range. There was mist and purple and confounding
beauty. It makes me very happy that this kind of natural awesomeness is
only two hours from phoenix.

Speaking of 'nix, I'm told that it is only 90 miles away, which makes
this either my last, or my second to last stop before the end. I am a
bit dissapointed, but my body needs a bit of rest. I beat on it too much
for my own good.

I still desire a seventh gear and highway pegs for my honda, or some
place I can stick my legs so that my knees don't give out after 500 or
so miles
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