Bullet in a Blue Sky
Just out tooling around today, it was 70 degrees and sunny, I was out bedding in my new front brakes.
First I swung through some nearby desert foothills,
Then I swung East and headed through farmland. When I grew up around here, Phoenix was an agricultural town.
There used to be more farmland than houses, they seemed to run on forever, and miles and miles of citrus orchards too. It’s mostly gone now and that is very sad to me. I live on the outskirts of town and you can still find some farm land, but it’s pockets here and there with neighborhoods nearby and it’s all being paved over at break neck speed. Ah well....such is progress.
Here in the desert, irrigation is the name of the game. Nothing grows without it. I passed fields of winter crops today, lettuce, cabbage, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower.
But then my eyes caught F-35s circling over Luke AFB, so I headed over to see if I could get a closer look.
The runway, lies just across that field. The pilots were practicing touch and go landings and low level fly overs.
I must’ve took a hundred photos and most of them did not come out, because my phone has an auto focus feature that cannot be worked around,
and those jets are so damn fast, my camera was constantly trying to re focus.
There were several cars parked where I was , watching the free air show.
These jets are the soundtrack to my life. I hear them day and night, I have never minded, they are the embodiment of American technical prowess.
On my way back home, I rode past big fields of roses. Most people would never guess but Phoenix desert climate is just about ideal for growing roses. The roses get dug up and packaged in the winter and shipped all over the country as bare root. Many carry the Jackson Perkins brand.
Winter in Arizona and I’m out rambling around on old motorcycles. See you around,
Bob