The morning skies were heavy with clouds, everything was wet but the rain had stopped. I celebrated with the free complimentary breakfast the Best Western Motel was serving – scrambled eggs (memories of the Navy came to mind), bacon of an indescribable make-up so I’ll not try to describe them, sausage, leathery waffles and pancakes that you peeled apart like layers of lunch meat, a gut-plugger biscuit that needed a good slathering of strawberry jam to ease it down the gullet followed by a not too bad cup of coffee. But the price was right.
This is Seaba Station built by John Seaba in 1921 as a DX gas station on old Route 66.
It is now used to house a private motorcycle collection
Rows and rows of highly desirable motorcycles along with many competition bikes of my time.
I had one just like this when I used to race in the desert in the early 70’s *sigh*
Ladies, you would have got bored. I went around three times. So for you ladies, here is an
rest stop welcome center. These are over
the top nice.