The ride averaged 400 miles a day. Some highlights
included: a day riding with some sisters of Desert
Diamonds (many of whom never wear helmets), a stop over
in Roswell, NM (awesome UFO museum), seeing rural small
town America the most ideal way (on a scooter), riding
under a huge rainbow, seeing deer (and not hitting
them), parties in our honor, celebrating with kids at
Presley Place, touring Graceland and being in the shadow
of the Elvis statue upon arrival, getting to know each
other and ourselves better, and learning how to
surrender plans and give in to the call of chaos that
only chicks tripping together could create.
It was the very second day (from Globe, AZ to
Roswell, NM) that McDonald's seem to be a theme and the
miles ridden dragged on. We are fearless and fabulous
but also can be frivolous with time management. It was
for the most part always fun (I loathe Mc Donald's yet
between powwows there and the toy Lilia gave me from her
Happy Meal to cheer me up, my recollections are all
good). From a late start (yet another theme but one that
often cannot be avoided with a dozen tired women
traveling together), too many extended stops stealing
the hours and daylight, to the pack of reluctant road
captains, we were captured in both adventure and a
little angst at times.
When we finally left a McDonald's in tiny town of New
Mexico the air smelled of rain. The mountains in the
distance we were riding into were waiting for our
motorcycles with a monsoon. The rain was tumultuous and
the wind tormenting. The storm kicked up soon after the
sun went down.
The fast group got the worst of it. There was only
one place to exit and rest as the patch of wet rough
riders did. However I saw no point in stopping. As the
rain poured I pressed on, all the way to Roswell where I
proceeded to check into the wrong hotel!
The slow group that lagged behind with the chase cars
ended up chasing the storm and missed it altogether.
Some girls just have all the luck. They might have seen
some lightening while the fast girls basically couldn’t
see past their noses if that because the lack of
visibility was as thick as their tenacity.
The bravery, biorhythms, and perhaps some innocent
debauchery continued all the way to the Beal Street
biker hangout (BBKings) to hear Blues. The moto mission
was a success as the GtG raised approximately $500 with
over $1k spent on expenses, toys and miscellaneous gifts
for the kids and the shelter. Everyone at Presley Place
had a big blast from being visited by a bunch of bikers.
Elizabeth Maynard Garrett, the VP of Public Relations
for the Metropolitan Inter-Faith Association, was
instrumental in gathering of GtG at Presley Place. Her
husband rides so when GtG arrived she was decked out in
her leathers lending all her support in many ways.
Kids took turns sitting on the steel horses and
revving the engines. More than the money, the memory
made a lasting impression and was the main reward for
all involved in this mission.
Besides the vocation of delivering donations it was a
vacation, so the sisters that were there in spirit
versus in person contributed heartfelt caring thoughts.
Pat Romero also gave the GtG some cashola to spend just
on themselves as a treat and a testament to the
greatness all us “girlz’ are capable of. Sometimes when
we reach for what’s possible beyond a restless road,
beyond our bike’s beauty and thunder (and yes,
occasional breakdowns), to the challenge of taking a
chance on a grand idea, all the more it makes the quest
fit for Queenz of the Road.
So, to answer the time honored, age old, pinnacle
question "Beatles or Elvis?"... It is Elvis all the way,
NOTE: Some of the Sol Sisters, including K.Lee.,
started blogging while on the trip. You can read about
their journeys in more detail via their blogs at: