During a desert ride, a biker leader stopped at a small Arizona diner. He soon noticed a waitress quietly hiding a bruise on her arm, and when he spoke with her, he realized the entire room was…
Late summer in northern Arizona has a way of settling into your bones. The heat doesn’t always roar; sometimes it simply presses down, slow and stubborn, until every building and patch of pavement seems to exhale warmth back into the air. Along Route 66, where the highway slips through a scattering of desert towns that…
