Born to be, like, wild and stuff!

Maybe it's what is commonly referred to as "spring fever", or maybe just the nature of our addiction to travel, but John and I have been feeling the let's-get-the-hell-outta-dodge-even-if-it's-just-for-a-day itch a lot lately. So the other day we decided to dust off our motorcycles and hit the road. We didn't have anywhere specific to go, so we headed up to Globe. (Hey, it's not the destination that's important, it's the journey).

The ride up was really nice, and quite relaxing. I sometimes forget how much I like the no radio, no cell phone, no chatter, no distractions aspect of a long ride somewhere on a motorcycle. It really lets you think...or, as is often the case with me, get some totally annoying song stuck in the random jukebox that is my head. The worst part about that is that I seem to only remember certain sections of said tunes..."...her name was Lola, she was a show girl...and..uh..something something something la la la...". Tell me that doesn't happen to you too. Go ahead and lie.

Anyway, we got kind of a late start and it started to get a little cool out...especially with whatever added wind chill factor 65 mph of velocity adds. So we stopped into a dollar store of some kind and bought these totally stylin' college-preppie-on-the-outside-lumberjack-on-the-inside shirts to add to our wind resistance.

Sportin the super styiln shirt in front of a two cars John was trying to buy.

After we ate at this place called Kelly's Brewery on Broad St. It was housed in a cute building that our waitress informed us used to be a JC Penny. The floor was all wood, and they had this HUGE and ornate wooden bar that we sat next to. Throw in a pool table, some peanuts on the floor, and a hundred or so furry, drunken bears, and it could have been the Lone Star in San Francisco. The food was good, (though we didn't exactly choose the healthiest options on the menu) and the service down-homey.

John being eclipsed by the ginormous bar thingy.

Well, there was at least ONE bear there.

Gigantic cash register or antique transforming robot with death ray? You decide.

It was nice to see that the downtown Globe area still has a little bit of the quickly dwindling small town Arizona feel to it. The streets are modernized, of course, but some of the buildings still have that early 1900's feel and look to them. One can actually picture what life might have been like back then. All around this little pocket of history, however, the usual Wal-mart brand of homogenization has occurred.

Yeah, I know, it's a church...but it's still kinda pretty.

On the ride home, we were both glad we had our fashion-forward dork shirts on. The sun was down, and the dark certainly didn't help make things any warmer.