By Craig Dillmann
As always a great time was had by all on the Joshua run... Irma, Phil, and I met up with Tim & Janice Graber at Hutchin’s Harley dealership for lunch at the Harley coffee shop.... I can tell you they make a damn good bowl of chili! After lunch we caravanned to the lovely Rancho Dolores motel and unloaded... What an improvement the place is painted the pool clean and comfy rooms... I’ll never forget the first time I checked into the Dolores. It was a life changing experience. This of course was a decade or so ago. Each room came with a different species of mold, no window curtains... carpeting and fixtures in style when Eisenhower was president... In fact if the termites weren’t holding hands the place would have fallen down! What a difference a decade makes.
Friday afternoon the first arrivals including Ken Mulholland, Frank Colver headed out to the "Palms" pub located out on the Amboy highway... This year was a more sober group in past years we’ve found the people in that bar to be falling down drunk... We enjoyed mixing with the locals and cool refreshments... The gang started trickling in around .. Friday night’s dinner was at the Rib restaurant... I called ahead and made reservations for 13 people upon arriving a smiling Shorty Stark says to me "Hey good move you made reservation at the rib place in
not 29 Palms..." Oops... I think Tim must have given me the wrong number.. Yea that’s what happened... Tim gave me the wrong number.... Yucca Valley
Saturdays ride started at from the hotel.... Tim looked a little saddened at the noted absence of a microphone and a podium. But what the heck he was good enough to make coffee for all and be our fearless leader... We rode down to
at the northern tip of the Mecca Salton Sea. It’s a great ride thru the park and thru box canyon... is a sleepy agricultural town with friendly locals.... Close your eyes you’d swear you’re in Mecca ! Everyone had a good ride. Except Ken Mulholland as his BSA seized on the way back... Dinner was at the 29 Palms Mexico Inn. Everyone enjoyed the prime rib, chicken and salmon. They even had entertainment even thou a little off key... Our group found a bowling alley to hang out at for a few hours.. Later a late arriving Ken King hosted a party in his motor home...
Sundays ride was the usual to Keys view... Man it was cold. Like a dummy I didn’t bring cold weather gear... The park was full of yellow wildflowers it was spectacular. The rains were good to the desert! Jim Falk picked up sandwich fixins for a picnic in the park. I opted for soup at Denny, as I almost froze to death... On the way to lunch the group got split up. It seamed no one knew where lunch was to be eaten... I caught up to Falk and he said we missed the turn by miles!... Oh Tim, oh Tim… where’s our beloved leader? On Sunday morning Tim woke up wound an egg and boiled his watch for 5 minutes! Only our group could get lost in a park with only 2 roads! Later we all met up at the motel packed up and called it another year in 29 palms