Lester MooreMe and Ev, circa 1980/1981 ish. Somewhere near Tombstone, AZ. We were there either before or after Tucson, before or after dad had riden in another Nationals race (cycling) which I think, that year, was horridly located in Bisbee, AZ, an old mining town, which was really quaint and all (like I cared what quaint meant at age 10), BUT – it was torture for the cyclists. Those would be mountains. Everywhere. They went around and around those mountains one day and I think now I understand why dad was pretty pissed off at everything after that race.

Ah… memories…

You can also view the pic, along with the matching Johnny Cash song (I had no clue till last month!) here.

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