So we’re trying despretly to adapt to the driving habits of our new amigo’s here in Albuquerque. Amy has been behind the wheel since the hotel, and I have decided the gps woman hates her. We ended up at the most tourist oriented Mexican restaurant I’ve ever eaten in… though I may just be spoiled by the Mexican food Shelbyville boasts. Walked around “old town” for a bit through a shop and to a gazebo to hear the “daddy-o’s” perform some slightly slow versions of Elvis and Carl Perkins songs. We are now riding through what can only be described as a lower income neighborhood following a pair of matching ponytails on a motorcycle. We are experiencing the true culture of this happy little place.