These are the Glamis Sand Dunes we passed on the way to the Yuma Prison Run motorcycle rally. Yuma is mostly just a stop on the I-8 where it meets the end of the Colorado River. However, it used to be the home of the Yuma Territorial Prison, which housed many of the old west’s bad guys from 1876 until 1909. Using that theme, the Norwalk Motorcycle Club organizes a charity run to Yuma in the brief time between butt cold desert winter and sizzling hot desert summer. It is a smaller, mellow rally occurring just one week before the Laughlin River Run, a much larger rally held the following weekend a couple hundred miles north on the river. Rather than staying in the chain motels along the freeway, I enjoy the smaller mom and pop places along 4th Avenue and the Hacienda Motel was the perfect hangout for this year’s run. The trip was made with two Harley’s and two BMW’s, which turned out to be about the only BMW’s out of roughly 1500 or so V-twin powered bikes in attendance. I don’t know the reason, but it is the V-twin riders who are the partiers in the motorcycle world. Hmmm, wonder why I ride a Harley.
Here we are parked at a crossing guard while one of those big, hundred-car trains rolled past us heading east as we rode to Wellton for breakfast. My wife and I laughed hard after she asked who was riding the fourth bike in this pic.
And in the warm, desert evening, cocktail hour saw the telling of the wonderful stories you hear on a ride like this with your buds.
The Yuma Prison Run is a great excuse for a spring ride,even on a BMW.