1000 miles

2 10 2011

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Wooohooo!!!

One hammock nap later.

Nice and warm.





900 Miles

2 10 2011

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Well, that’s 900.
Got as cold as 46.
Waiting for the sun to finish coming out to warm this world up a bit.





800 Miles

2 10 2011

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Surprise!!!
I’m still going. Its alot slower now because I’m practically stopping at every waffle house to warm up.

The heat pads I bought at Target have a but given up the ghost and these batman underpants aren’t keeping me warm.

Right now I’m sitting on some cold metal Starbucks outside chairs. Starbucks is closed.

Not sure what the plan is. Whether to stay or go… guess you’ll found out at the next post.





700 Miles

2 10 2011

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Ok… I guess I skipped 600 officially which would have been the halfway more or less. So lets celebrate the halfway now.

Hurray!!

Damn it’s cold out here still.
When the heck does the warm south start?





500 Miles

1 10 2011

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Actually closer to 580 miles in.

After a brief stop for eggs n bacon at waffle house I picked up a nice jam car that I just didn’t want to leave behind. A jam car is nice because it lets you extend the range of your headlights increasing you vision. Helpful indeed.

I am now just south of Atlanta. In a target. Shopping.

Talk again soon.





300 Miles

1 10 2011

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300 miles in.
So Tennessee is the border of the sit in the left lane and block the fast people territory.





200 Miles

1 10 2011

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That hundred was a little slower.
Took some blue roads into Illinois and now I’m in Kentucky.
Crossed the Ohio river on a ferry.

Now back to some interstate time.





100 Miles

1 10 2011

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105 miles actually
61 degrees…brrrr
is it warmer down south?





12 Posts between me and home

1 10 2011

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So much for the early start. But no worries the clock starts when I roll which is now.

Phone GPS says 1175 miles.
My plan: drive straight thru. Put up a post every hundred miles.
So in 12 posts I’ll be home.

Cheer me on.
But no distractions.

Ready, Set, Go





Things continue to be difficult to explain

30 09 2011

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Passed this on I70.
Right near the first stretch of Federal Interstate to be opened by Ike. I wonder what the crazies of today would say about a spending spree like that now.

Not that I’m complaining about nice roads.

PS. I didn’t take that picture, but found it later on the internet as it’s hard to pull out your camera phone at 105.





FEAR is funny

29 09 2011

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The wind was really whipping thru the Royal Gorge so hard that they had to shut down the arial tram, the bridge was swaying on it’s cables, the bridge’s wooden roadbed undulating under my bike, and I had only had one cup of weak hotel coffee.

And to get to more coffee I had to cross back.

Seriously one of the scariest little rides. But don’t worry I made a deal with the lady at the gate that they would refund my entrance fee if I blew off.





Four beers later…

29 09 2011




Bye bye little bomb on my back

28 09 2011

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So the most

27 09 2011

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prevalent questions seem to have become:
A: How many miles per gallon does that thing get?
And this usually from the young American male that in my day, and certainly in Leckie’s, day would have instead asked :How fast does that thing go? Certainly an interesting reflection of the changing times.

B: Are you retired?
Which is, I think more than anything, an interesting reflection on my reflection. And it makes me wonder why I’m not. And more crucially what do I gotta do to get retired?

Onward.





Ta go…

27 09 2011

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Having bfast at the bar near my shack, girl comes in orders a double shot of vodka, a shot of Jack and a Milwaukee’s best…all to go! It’s 9am.

I made the joke…” that’s three out of the four food groups. Ice would be the 4th but you’re probably on a diet” “she don’t need no diet”, says the bartender.

Same bartender recommended 722. The road between Middlegate Station and Austin NV.

Wow. Great road. The right combo of twisties, sweepers and 105mph straight aways. All thru some beautiful barren high desert. Temps in the 70s.

Oil light came on for a second. Levels are ok…probably the early morning cold and my 20/50 oil for hot weather. We’ll keep an eye on it.





Que bein se vive….

27 09 2011

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Lonely Road, Lively Bar

26 09 2011

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So I’m talking with Mike from Marin Moto Works after he finished my tire change and his visiting mom (it was her birthday and that was the reason that Mike couldn’t work on Sunday… happy birthday Mike Mom…great chatting!) and Mike mentions that I must ride highway 50. The stretch thru Nevada is known as the loneliest road in America.

So here I am about half a tank down the road where I stopped for gas and ended up stopping for the night.

“Get me some more of them cups” says the cook to the guy with the cowboy hat who must be the proprietor.

“Ahhh you made me get up and stagger”, he shouts back as he gets him the cups.

BTW: if you live in the Bay Area or are traveling thru and need a bike guy go see Mike. He’s the real deal, not like the guys at one shop that I called on Saturday, that had the tire but refused to work on the bike because it was the wrong brand. Said the Poindexter on the phone: it’s a liability thing, we’re only authorized to work on BMWs.  Really? For a tire? Puleeeese.

Anyway see Mike, tell him bluetenere guy sent ya. Ask him how is Mom is doing.

location@8:05pm,9/26 http://m.google.com/u/m/duRlUT





Bye bye.

26 09 2011





Continental Divide

19 09 2011

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Ok… so now when I take a leak it’s going in the Pacific.





And the winner is……

19 09 2011

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Mofongo!!

Today I become the first Puerto Rican Ironbutt award reciepient *see disclaimers below.

1000 miles in under (just under) 24 hours.

That Super T sure likes triple digits  😉

Disclaimers:
1. I’m certain I’m not the first Puerto Rican.
2. I’m not Puerto Rican.
3. I’m not actually getting an award because it means paperwork on my part and I hate that shit.
4. By triple digits I mean to say “my motorbike handles very nicely when I stay below the legal speed limits, officer”

Ok… lets get some eggs and bacon!