Well; I finished my trip around what my lady friend calls the "vast waste lands" of Oregon.
This is as close to a RR that I am goiing to get so; (there will be NO pictures).
I started out behind, a whole day behind in fact. Intending to leave on Sunday and meander my way across Oregon toward the coast was the orginal "plan" if I can call it a plan. I didn't really have one, but sisnce I am starting out on Monday I decided to zip down the gorge on the Washington side - in the WIND! When I rolled into The Dalles for fuel the pump read the same amount that my owners manual says is my tank capacity!
I decided to stop in at the Honda/Suzuki/Beta m/c shop in The Dalles. I was curious if the had any of the trials models in stock so I could have a look see. No such luck. The man said that they were also a Gas Gas dealer but they don't sell many trials bikes.
I asked if he know of some interesting roads over the mountain towards the SW? Indeed he did. With a hand drawn and nearly indistuingishable hand written map, I was off over the mountains just south of Mt. Hood.
The road turned to gravel, after several miles it suddenly turned into new beautiful black top only to turn to old crap blacktop a half mile later. Into Govt. Camp for fuel. The guy at the cycle shop also told me to take the "Skyline Drive" out side of Govt. Camp. I did and it too was a nice road over the mountain range. Into Detroit for fuel.
I had intended to stop in to see some folks in the Albany, Philomath areas but I got into Albany too late to see anyone at Mr. Ed's Moto since they would certainly be closed.
I had intended on doing a lot of camping on this trip, but since it was late I decided to stay at this fleabag motel in Albany.
The next day was very overcast and I thought for sure I was going to get sprinkled on but that didn't happen. I pulled into Jonas' shop, Independant Motorcycle repair (one of the places I intended to stop the day before) in Philomath. We had a nice talk but I needed to get going.
I passed through Alsea, I have friends there also but they were celebrating their wedding aniversary and were out of town so I motored on Hwy 34 toward the coast. Along the way the sun came out strong and plenty, it was a great ride down 101 toward my destination of Bandon, OR. I am glad that I got to see the sunset that day because the fog came in thick and heavy. After two days in Bandon at a decent motel/resort, the fog finally lifted enough that I felt comfortable enough to head out.
Since I was so far south I decided to stop by Hansens BMW to see if they got the parts I had ordered over a week before and since I hadn't heard anything I figured I could just pick them up, well no parts!
Now I am far enough south that I might as well stop in to see my sister in Ashland. This is a bit awkward since I will be heading right back down there to see here again in a week or so, maybe I'll check and see if the parts had finally arrived on my second trip?
I had intended to go to the Oregon BMW club campout up in the Ochocos theat weekend, but I was going to head up through Bend and look up some friends along the way. I instead called my friend in Klamath Falls, Jim Stewart to inquire if he too was going to the campout. Indeed he was. In fact he was looking at maps to his route to the campout when I called. He invited me to come onver there on Friday and stay the evening then we could head out Saturday morning for the Ochocos, over the green springs toward K Falls I go.
Jim's Wife Laura opted for a pizza for dinner since their refridgerator was purposly near empty since they were going to leave for a five week m/c trip around Europe in a couple of days
The next morning started out with grand intentions of traveling through tree lined lanes to keep out of the sun, with ample twist and turns but; Jim had a small mishap. Riding his new 800 BMW, he turned a RH corner (nice and slow mind you), the rear wheel slipped out to the left then caught and high sided him. This was really weird, happening right in front of me I can hardly believe what I was watching - it didn't make sense, but down he was. Jim was fine and the bike was mostly OK also, a broken shift lever meant that we had to head back to his house to get his other bike.
Well this changed things a bit. Now we were off on the east side of the Klamath lake and headed toward Crater Lake, then to Steamboat for a nice lunch and to Oakridge to ride the Aufderheide Dr, over the Makenzie Pass and into Sisters for gas. Straight across to Redmond then Prineville and to the Ochocos for the campout.
The next morning I found myself retracing my ride home from the BMW national rally in Redmond. Straight east to Mitchell, Dayville and into Mt. Vernon. The new cafe in Dayville was now open but I wanted to get further down the road before I stopped. Into Pilot Rock for fuel and a stop for lunch at the Char Burger in Pendleton for a mushroom burger. Home by early afternoon.
Nearly 2000 miles and some time to get away and think and enjoy the bike, the roads and friends and get a new rear tire.