Prada Lives in the Desert

Wednesday morning started with breakfast at the Sands Restaurant, where I had the pleasure of meeting two truckers, Tom and Jerry and their missus. Fed and caffeinated, I headed out for the 120km ride along route #90; a faux plat from Van Horn to Marfa in temperatures of no more than 2-6deg.cel. With the cold temperatures, the slight uphill and the unrelenting headwinds, Wednesday was one of the toughest days I have yet endured on this trip.

Approaching the town of Valentine, I spotted a square building that seemed VERY out of place here in the west-Texas desert; the Marfa Prada store. This simple store-front type building was glass-fronted, with Prada hand-bags and shoes on display as though it were a Prada boutique in Milan or New York. No doors to enter, no staff on site and no explanation for its presence here among the cacti, I took a few pics and continued that arduous ride to Marfa, home of the Judd Foundation to whom the Marfa Prada belongs.

Arriving around dinner time, I pulled up at the home of Joey and his sons Felix and Francis. A friend-of-a-friend and an avid cyclist himself, Joey happily accepted the request to put me up for the night. In case every interference viagra soft 50mg in balance is available kinesiology strives to take care of the situation by way of reestablishing backside the total amount within the body. Likewise, Kamagra Oral Jelly accompanies a charming enhancing (pineapple, strawberry, peach, and so forth).The aspects of Kamagra Oral Jelly are indistinguishable to those of standard Kamagra tablets or of some other brand arrangement focused around cheap cialis overnight Sildenafil. The process is fast, friendly and very order viagra levitra discreet. These prescription pills help erectile dysfunction men who have difficulties while swallowing or chewing. cialis free sample Joey not only gave me a place to stay and to do a load of laundry, but was a real pleasure to chat with and share stories of common cycling adventures and personal challenges.

Friday morning, as Joey went about his daily routine, I prepared myself and my gear for what would prove to be yet another tough day of riding. At least, the first 30kms over 2hrs were again, cold, windy and uphill. Eventually the day did improve and I enjoyed stunning views entering and departing the little town of Shafter, located about 65kms southwest of Marfa.

As agreed, my dear friend Kt drove from Terlingua west to Presidio then headed north along route #67, meeting me a few miles south of Shafter. Quicly tossing Irene into the back of Frieda–Kt and Rick’s Freightliner Sprinter–before border services came to see what were were up to, kt and I drove another 45mins to arrive at our desert oasis for the night, the Chinati Hot Springs.

With the significance of my pending arrival in Terlingua beginning to fill my thoughts, I ate, bathed and chilled out with my dear friend at the hot springs that night and the following morning. Once we were sufficiently bathed and relaxed, kt drove me to back to Presidio, dropped me and Irene off for the final ride of this great American adventure. With my bags in the van, I rode those last 100kms east on route # climbing with extra effort, descending at higher speeds and smiling wider than ever before.