12. Flagstaff

Jul 31, 2009 Uncategorized

Ah Flagstaff – my second home. I had an uneventful ride to Flagstaff from Phoenix (although I think I made it to Flagstaff in record time). It was nice to see my friends from school and see the changes in the town.

That night we went out for a few drinks. We started at Maloney’s pub, which is my favorite bar in Flag. Here are some pics from that night with my pals Tim and Christina.

There were a lot more pics, but they were mainly of us drinking and being goofy at a bar, so I’ll save you from having to watch that spectacle. The highlight that night didn’t get saved on film though.

The Arizona Cardinals hold their mini camp in Flagstaff. A few of their players were at the bar that night. Some girl at the bar tried to get their autograph and picture. I guess they told her they couldn’t take photos at a bar or sign her body like she wanted. Instead they signed a napkin for her. I felt bad that her dreams of getting her body signed by an athlete were shattered, so I offered her my services. I mean, I do still play hockey, so I think I can consider myself an athlete. She was delighted to hear this and had me sign a certain part of her chest. Max D #7 is what I left her. I have no pics of her, but I can assure you she was gorgeous.

The next day Christina and I decided to ride up to Snowbowl and take the chairlift to the top of the mountain. Flagstaff is at the base a mountain with a ski resort. Christina rode on the back of the bike. Neither of us thought about sun burns, and we were quite red at the end of the day. Here are the pics from Snowbowl.

If you’re my mother ignore the following picture. Just pretend like it’s not there and scroll past it for the rest of them.

Christina’s camera had a panoramic mode, so here is a panoramic shot of Flagstaff