Pics: Birthday Weekend 33

Posted in Arizona, Hikes, ILX on January 2, 2015 by tysonhugie

Odometer (ILX):  109,058


Odometer (NSX):  99,301


Happy New Year!  Got a grab-bag of pics to share today as we kick off 2015.  I’m feeling pretty ancient these days!  I hit my 33rd milestone birthday last Sunday, December 28th.  All threes, baby.  Kind of like that road trip in July 2008 when I rolled threes in my Legend.


The outpouring of birthday wishes was overwhelming.  At least a couple dozen of the posts on my Facebook page had some reference or another to car stuff, like this special Happy Birthday graphic made with Honda & Acura emblems.


This was one of my faves:


As well as this from Dillon:


Thanks, Dillon!

And a few references to road trips rounded out the mix:


One friend (HondaPro Jason) even went to the effort of making me a video!  My mom made a special card for me.


The whole weekend was filled with festivities.  Every year between Christmas and New Years, my dad & stepmom come down to Arizona from Utah to visit.  We always find fun projects to work on around the house.  This time, we focused our attention on the front yard.  The area near my front door has always been a bit of an eyesore.


The ILX doubled as a pickup truck when I went to Lowe’s and picked up 17 bags of large river rock.  We ended up making at least two other trips – transporting probably 40 bags or more.


Step 1 – Clearing out the area.


Step 2 – Dad working on a pesky root that was in the way.


Step 3 – Laying down the new rock.


Step 4 – Finished product!


My dad also got me some storage containers for my cabinet in the garage and we organized it.


Time for an ILX bath.


And a visit from Joe who drives this 165,000-mile 1995 Legend LS coupe.


It was great to catch up with Joe again.


But wait, there’s more.  Walter, who owns the gorgeous 2015 Legend Coupe, stopped by in his new Acura RLX Sport Hybrid.


That pearl white was blinding in the afternoon sunlight.


We took a quick spin around the block and onto Loop 101 for a spirited onramp acceleration exercise.  This car can get up and go!


Gorgeous from every angle.


Those 19’s really set the car off.


Just 110 miles on this beauty.


There were only 250 of the SH-AWD RLXs produced.  It’s a very limited-edition model.


Dinner with some friends.


Sunday morning hike up Hayden Butte in Tempe.


View overlooking the city.  Gorgeous December day!


The ILX got its 3rd set of tires on New Year’s Eve.  I went with Michelin Primacy MXM4’s from TireRack.  I got 56,649 miles out of my last set.  The cool thing is, I picked up an extra full-size 17″ wheel, so now I’m using that as a spare tire instead of the teeny little donut that came with the car.


And finally, my old red car had a fun week in the hands of my buddy Devan who was back visiting from school in Indiana for the holidays and needed a “rental.”  He took good care of it and even gave it a detail.


Foam bath


All clean


Check out those racing stripes in the carpet!


Follow Devan’s detailing biz on Instagram at @dnaautodetailing.  He does great work, as you can tell!

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Abandoned McPhaul “Bridge to Nowhere” in Yuma, Arizona

Posted in Arizona, ILX, Road Trip on September 15, 2014 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):


Odometer (ILX):  95,993


Trip Distance:  388 Miles



Sometimes a road trip opportunity comes out of the middle of nowhere, and it also TAKES you to the middle of nowhere.

On Tuesday, my coworker Greg sent me an email entitled, “Seen this?” with a screen capture of what is known as the Bridge to Nowhere.  Of course, I dropped all work-related activities and headed straight for Google.  My colleagues at the office know me well.  What I soon uncovered was the history of a very little-known 800-foot-long suspension bridge about 8 miles north of the desert community of Yuma, Arizona.


I mentioned a few things about the bridge to my friend Jack.  “Yuma – really? If you’re going on a day trip, at least have it be to Vegas or somewhere.”  I was determined to make the trip even if it wasn’t to an exotic location, so I took to the streets bright and early on Sunday morning in my Acura ILX and headed westward.  Yuma sits along Intestate 8, and it’s only 7 miles north of the Mexican border.  The sun shines for about 90 percent of days in Yuma, making it the sunniest place on earth (specifically, the city receives 4,015 hours of sunshine per year).  The town’s population booms in the wintertime when “snowbirds” from the midwest roll in with their 5th wheel travel trailers and spend a few months in its perfect climate.

At Fortuna Road, Exit 12, I rolled off the main highway and headed north toward US 95.  Following some directions I’d printed from Roadside America, I knew exactly where I’d be seeing the bridge.  Sure enough, its two tallest spires beckoned from afar as I hit the brakes in the ILX and made a left-hand turn onto a gravel road that truly did look like it was in the middle of nowhere. Just 1/2 mile or so up the dirt road, I’d driven as far as I’d be able to.  Multiple warning signs urged me to not take any further steps toward the bridge.  BRIDGE CLOSED; NO TRESPASSING; and UNSTABLE were some of the notifications I received.  Still, I felt like I needed to get a closer look so I locked the car and started hiking.


The bridge was built in 1929 in the name of Henry Harrison McPhaul, a notable resident of Yuma.  Just a little under 40 years later, in 1968, it was deemed unfit for modern traffic needs — not difficult to understand, given its narrow width.  A larger bridge was built upstream, along with a dam that rerouted the river.  Today, the McPhaul Bridge is nothing but a roadside relic.  It doesn’t go anywhere or serve any purpose at all, except for inquisitive road trippers like me.


The actual deck of the bridge is completely shut off with a fence and padlock, so I did not walk along the top of it.  I did, however, hike down underneath the platform.  Thick wooded brush was difficult to navigate, and I was wearing shorts so the sticks would frequently jab at my legs and scratch them.  I had to tread carefully down there.  The view of the underside of the bridge was worth it.  What was once a riverbed is now mostly dry, since the flow of water had been diverted in 1968.

Here’s an aerial view of the north-south running bridge (center of the screen).  At some point, I’d like to try and access the north end of it.  The roads on that side of the wash appear to be dirt based on Google Maps.


Not even a mile up the road. another quick stop was to be made.  A white, hand-painted sign along Highway 95 said, “Pause; Rest; Worship.”  Another dirt road presented itself to my left, so I veered north toward the tiniest church building I’ve ever set foot in.  The “Tiny Church,” as it’s been named, dates back to 1995 and was built by a farmer on his property.  There are 6 tiny pews in the 8-foot by 11-foot interior.  I spent at least 20 minutes at the church and saw nobody else around.  The front door was unlocked so I let myself in.  The front row had bottled waters and some pudding on it, maybe in case any worshipers needed sustenance?  Sitting on top of the pulpit was a Holy Bible and a guest book, which I signed.


My return trip to the Phoenix area was smooth sailing, as I-8 on a Sunday morning is very quiet and there are remarkably few 18-wheelers along that stretch of road.  I did make just one more visit before calling it a day.


Dozens of times I’ve driven past Exit 67 for Avenue 64E to “Dateland,” but it wasn’t until Sunday that I let my curiosity get the best of me and I pulled off Interstate 8 for a closer look.  I’d known that Dateland was famous for its date shakes, but not much else.  I was greeted by a modern service station and adjoining Quizno’s sandwich shop.  For $4.50, I got myself a date shake.  The flavor reminded me just remotely of a “jamocha” flavored shake from Arby’s.  The consistency was really thick, and the chunks – well, they were a bit much.  It was so chunky, in fact, that my straw kept getting plugged.


Dates are a fruit that grows on a certain type of palm tree called a Phoenix Dactylifera.  These palms can grow up to 75 feet in height.  Dateland, Arizona started out as a stop along the railroad line in the 1920’s.  Its irrigation pool doubled as a swimming pool.  Today, Dateland’s source of industry primarily comes from its convenience as a pit stop for motorists cruising between Yuma and Phoenix along the interstate corridor.

Thanks for coming along for the trip, and enjoy the rest of these pics!

When you’re traveling this closely to Mexico, there are opportunities to buy Mexican auto insurance all over.



Sentinel, Arizona proudly touts its location in the Middle of Nowhere.


Getting closer to Yuma after this steep pass.


Here’s the approach of the Bridge to Nowhere.  Cruising north on Hwy 95, all I could see were its tallest pillars.


Getting closer after hitting the dirt road.


This is the end of the road.  At least, it has been since 1968.


Walking on up.


No Trespassing.  I didn’t go out on the bridge deck; I just went underneath it.


View from below.  For being 85 years old, this thing is in pretty good shape.


Plenty of graffiti, too.


Here you can see the type of thick brush I was trying to trudge through.


I love the architecture of old bridges and tunnels.


View from the west side of the bridge.


Heading back to the car – and a dust storm blowing in.


You can really see in the above pic how it goes to “nowhere.”


Farewell to the bridge.


Next stop:  A little Sunday worship, on a miniature scale.


Heading up to the chapel.


Plenty of parking.


Church is in session!  Thanks Instagram filters.  (follow me under @tysonhugie)


Here’s a look inside.  There are 6 very small benches.  Apparently you can squeeze 12 people in here if you need to.


I found some refreshments on the front pew.


Signed the guest book and provided the blog address.


Arriving in Dateland, Arizona for some fuel and a bathroom break.  Those are date palms along the road.


They sell 100-octane “racing fuel” at the Dateland gas station!  I didn’t indulge… but I wanted to.


Dates for sale.  If only finding a date was this easy in the relationship world.


Date Shakes & Quiznos


Self explanatory Dateland license plate.


Try one if you’re ever in the area!


Have a great week!