Madrid New Mexico | Part 1 | Limping Along the Turquoise Trail

Madrid New Mexico sign

The sign read 12 miles to Madrid. 

I was screwed, yet remained hopeful.

I might make it to Madrid without mutilating the Lincoln or killing myself, so decided to chance it.

It was not much of a decision, with so few options left.

Sleep in the car, on a desolate road, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the night or try for the only other reasonable alternative.

I certainly was not dealing with roadside assistance again.

So onward I drove.

Was the level of desolation on this road a good or a bad thing?

Regardless, I was determined to get to my Madrid AirBnB and lie down in a bed that night. Even if the damned sun was rising by the time I got there.

The Aviator crawled up a steep and curvy incline, as I murmured my mantra… slightly amending it each torturous mile.

Just 10 more miles, just 8 more miles.

Come on baby… you can make it.

A Dogs Life

I checked the rear view.

Roadie was quiet as usual. Asleep in her backseat and nestled in her hammock. Completely accustomed to long hauling at this point.

Even at her age the dog has the bladder of a champ and only asks to stop 2 or 3 times in a 16 hour stint. 16 hours being generally my limit for long distance driving.

She’d slept through the flat tire. Through the most of the tow truck guy changing the tire with my equally flat spare. (Thanks a lot you asshole)

She sat up and watched a bit as said “help” did not check if the spare tire was good. Even after I repeatedly shared my concern and told him that I was completely ignorant to the condition of the spare.

Roadie wasn’t worried, after all she’s a dog. For a moment I wished she was the driver and I was the dog in the hammock.

The Turquoise Trail

Tow truck dude reassured me that the tire was good.

Then drove off in his tow truck. Leaving me on a gravel road, that not one, not even two roadside assistance services could find without a great deal of direction and description from me.

Me, my ancient dog and my Lincoln Aviator with an equally flat tire as the first.

Stuck near Madrid New Mexico
Between the highway and the Turquoise Trail about 12 miles from Madrid

Alone on this unpaved road, in the middle of the desert, on a seemingly clear but oddly starless night.

Me and my sweet dog.

Left as fodder for the coyotes, only a few miles from our destination.

It seemed hours ago that I’d turned onto the Turquoise Trail and started on the last 12 miles to Madrid.

We now had only 7 more miles to go.

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I was born with a gypsy heart. I have been wheeling & dealing my way through life, from as far back as I can recall. I have been referred to as a Maverick, more times than I can count. I am not quite sure, that I feel comfortable with that term. By trade I am a Tinker, Talent Scout & Technical Consultant. My tinker side curates vintage treasures. By blood I am a second generation American, Russian Jew. My Mom likes to call me her Wandering Jew. I am an semi avid"Foodie", Vinophile, Frankophile, Vikingophile, obsessed with celtic history and oddly war strategy. I am an obsessive researcher of facts. Semi neurotic about eating clean, humanely raised, organically and locally grown food and have been dedicated to it for more than 20 years. I strive to one day build and own a fully off grid, self sustainable home but it looks like, I'm going traveling first. I started my first business when I was 6. But that story is a story for another day. I went to school for Sound Engineering in San Francisco, in the 80s; started promoting punk bands and touring them, and it became a fairly thriving business for me. I left San Francisco and the music business, to raise my son in Florida, near his Gramma. We miraculously lived there for 10 years. When he turned 13, we took a 3 month journey across the US, to discover a new place to live, that landed us in Austin, Texas. When my son turned 17, I left Texas for New England and took up residence in an 150+ year old textile mill, on the Blackstone River. He now lives in Portland, Oregon with his girlfriend and his best friend, working in the legal marijuana industry and touring with his band Rotting Slab. Until I put everything in storage, in order to travel. I consulted in the video game, tech and entertainment industry and ran two (2) shops on etsy. www.etsy.com/shop/RenegadeRevival . www.lightlysaucedretro.com Maybe some day the Januarymoon blog will be active, but currently my main blog is about my travels www.rootlessroutes.com. Thanks for visiting. *~Eli

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