![]() There were thousands of miniature motorcycle replicas, motorcycle posters covering ever inch of every wall, and in the bathroom the Hot and Cold taps had been replaced with piston heads, and the water spout was an exhaust pipe. In his front room his two stunt bikes sat behind velvet cord, and his purple motorcycle leathers with "Bob Duffey" emblazoned on them hung on the wall. He held the record for the fastest quarter mile ever ridden on a motorcycle: backwards. He won the 1977 CBS Sports Spectacular World Championship Motorcycle Jumping Competition by jumping his motorcycle over rows of cars to land on a target. It didn't let me down.īob's house is completely devoted to motorcycles. Bob and Ana asked me if I would like to join them for lunch, and we went back to their house, which I was curious about after riding in the van. Bob likes purple.Īfter fixing the flat, the temperatures were soaring. The exterior paint, the upholstery, the steering wheel cover, and even the bean bag chair in the back are purple. It is from the 1970s, has over 500,000 miles on it over three engines, and is COMPLETELY purple. After breakfast, we said goodbye to Ed and headed to the van.īob's van is something is like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo gone wild. Bob asked if I would like to load my rig into his van so that he could take me over so that I would not have to get directions to the place or use my hand pump. I had a slow leak in my rear tire as I ate breakfast that I didn't really want to fix with a hand pump only to go two miles to the bike shop. I joined them at their table and told them about the three flat tires I had had in the last 50 miles apparently Southern New Mexico is notorious for goatheads, which had indeed been causing all of my flats. He was there to have breakfast with two friends, Bob and Ana Duffey, who are also motorcycle tourists. An older gentleman named Ed asked me about my rig, and we talked for a while about motorcycle touring and land sailing (he was wearing a land sailing shirt). ![]() After camping on the outskirts of Las Cruces, I rode ten miles into town at about 7:00 in the morning to grab breakfast.
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