Al's bike died just outside the entrance to Grand Canyon National Park.  He called Grand Canyon Harley-Davidson in Flagstaff and they sent a tow truck out for him.
 

It seemed like a long wait, although it was only a couple of hours.  Not much time considering that it was about 60 miles back to Flagstaff.  We loaded Al's bike and he rode back with the tow truck.
 

The Grand Canyon Harley technician who worked
 on Al's bike comes back from the test ride.
 

Williams, Arizona, 50's style soda fountain.
Great hand dipped shakes and Route 66 souvenirs.
 

Sandy and Skip ready to leave the Best Western Lodge in Springdale,
just outside the west entrance to Zion National Park.

An impressive lineup of Harleys waiting to pass through the west entrance to Zion National Park.
 

Irv is overwhelmed by the red rock
mountains of Zion.

Woody, Al,  Tim and Teri, Don, Skip and Sandy, Irv, Joe, Angie, and Carl and Carl
 

Woody, Irv, Carl, Sandy, Skip, Tim, Teri, Angie, Joe, Don, Al
John, Paul, George, and Ringo
 

Joe
 

Carl

Teri and Tony
 

Don
 

Woody
 

The "beehive" mountains of Zion.





 

A busload of German tourists fell in love with the Harleys.
 
Actually, I think they fell in love with Carl -- the country and western singer with the big white Harley and the guitar riding pillion.
 

This gentleman poses for pictures on Carl's bike. 
It obviously made his day!
Then the girls wanted their picture taken riding the Harley....