Went out at first light for once instead of waiting on the evening. West on 66 and up over Sitgreaves Pass, wind already strong enough on top to lean on the fairing through every one of those switchbacks with no guardrail between you and the drop. Fifty-some degrees and the sun just clearing the hills behind me. Rolled down into Oatman before a single shop had its door open. The burros were already out walking the middle of the street like they'd been waiting for somebody to come by and nobody had. Sat on the bike a while and let them look me over. Mornings out here haven't been sold to anybody yet. Back in Kingman by nine with the wind still going.