I grabbed my camera, put on my boots, helmet, and gloves and hit the road. It didn't seem all that hot, you do get used to the heat to some small amount if you live here in Arizona. And after 5 minutes or so I remembered why I don't ride when it's well past 100° outside. I settled for a quick turn down a graded dirt road to look for a place to take a sunset shot of the Nomad 1600 without an excess of civilization clutter in the background. That's getting more difficult to do around here despite the wide open spaces.
I stopped, grabbed the camera, and set about making a few pictures of the bike with the sunset as the background. Caught up in my creative efforts I didn't notice the dust storm moving in behind me. If you watch the national news you know we can get some serious dust storms here in central Arizona, dust storms as bad as anywhere in the world so they say, and I've been caught in one before while in the car. It's like driving in a heavy, reddish-yellow fog, only the lane divider line visible next to you. Smart people stop and pull over. I'd hate to have to do that on a bike, even breathing would be risky.
When I realized I was about to get caught in a real mess I grabbed my gear and didn't even take time to buckle my helmet or put my gloves on. A mad dash home got me there before I was totally dusted, a light coating of Arizona desert tan was all the bike and I got.