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Old 05-15-2008, 08:06 AM   #1
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There and Back Again: a 50cc Tale.

There and Back Again: A 50cc Tale.

ďYeah, Iím here.Ē I pause. ďI think I need to just enjoy the momentĒ I say and hit the end key on the phone.

Iím sitting on the beach, the sun not yet up, crying softly. Iím too choked up for words. Iíve just ridden straight through the night, finishing nearly 2500 miles in under two days. Every emotion is playing itself out: Joy and Elation are met by Despair and Agony.

Every ache in my back, the crack to my left knee, the stiff neck and dry eyesÖevery pain simply vanished the moment I placed my first foot on the creaking wooden stairway that led to the beach. I wondered how many others have taken this exact same step the same way.

Iím alone, yet not. The picture of my wife winking at me as I rode through darkness, the posts of my friends on STN, the countless calls and PMís from Ken badgering me ďAre You There Yet?ĒÖIím anything but alone.

A bird chirps, a family sits off to my left waiting the sunrise, someone else jogs by while another person crushes a cigarette out in the sand. I pick up my empty Gatorade bottle and walk into the receding surf. Foam and water swirl over my boots and up my leg as I bend down to collect my prize: A bit of sand and some salty water.

Just as I turn my back the sun rises and the first rays of golden-red light paint my shadow on the sand in front of me.

Iím here. Iím not alone. And Iím wondering whatís next.



*********************

It all started back in March, 2008 at a gathering of us riders. Sitting around after dinner we chatted about what a great year of riding 2007 had been and of some of the goals we had for 2008. My friend Ken spoke up saying ďI need to do something crazy this yearĒ. The end result of this 45 minutes BS Session was an agreement to do a 50CC ride.

Abut 6 weeks ago, a number of us gathered to together at James home for some fantastic sammiches and great company. During our event Ken had a comment:

Ken: "I need to do something crazy this year"
Me: "You mean like not get a ticket?"
K: "No, a ride. A BIG ride."
M: "SS1k?"
K: "Too mundane."
K: "Maybe a B2B via WCRM?"
M: "Logistics are lousy for me. I'd need to take nearly a full week off."
K: "Then?"
M: "oooooooooohhh...I know. Back to back 50cc's"
K: "I'm listening"
M: "I ride out, get to Jacksonville in two days. You FLY out, pick up the bike and ride it back. I fly home..."
K: "I need another beer..."

It was a simple plan, really. Our original plan was to rent a K12LT or some such nonsense. The more we looked into it, the less attractive it became. My GS would be up to the task with a couple simple modifications (seat, windshield, radar). It just needed some execution.

I give you: The MotherShip.



And her Co-Pilot.


The Office for the next 48 hours...




50 hours, Coast to Coast. In my case, Huntington Beach, CA to Jacksonville Beach, Florida. In under 50 hours.

Our discussion wound up with us renting a BMW K1200LT. Over the next couple of weeks the K-LT plan was abandoned mainly because the thought of riding a completely unfamiliar bike was a bit daunting, especially one as big and imposing as a K1200LT. Instead we chose to finish outfitting my vaunted 2007 R1200GS just for the ride. Farkling to begin at dawn!

The plan formulated quickly: I would ride out starting at 6:00am PST on a Thursday morning and would finish no later than 8am PST that Saturday. Ken would fly out to JAX on Saturday (where we would meet at the airport) and then ride the GS home, leaving JAX Beach at 6:00am PST on Sunday, finishing the ride somewhere around 8am PST at the Western end of the 10 Freeway, Santa Monica Beach, CA. The ride itself would be simple: Get on the 10 Freeway and get comfortable for the next 50 hoursÖ

For my part, my goal was to be on JAX Beach in 42 hours. I would ride 18 hours the first day, attempting to set down 1,250 miles later in Junction, Texas for an evenings rest. Leaving at 6am meant I should be in Junction around 12am PST (2am Texas Time). I calculated that I should be able to get Six hours of sleep before moving on. That meant I would leave Junction at around 6am PST (8am Texas time). Then I would make the run to JAX, come rain or shine, in one final ride. My hope was to run another 18 hours and arrive in JAX Beach around 12am PST (3am Florida Time).

So, 18 hours + 6 hours + 18 hours = 42 Hours. Total distance would be 2,450 miles. Iíd need to have a 68mph moving average for my 36 waking hours.

Since most of Interstate 10 is pretty much wide open riding (and I assumed Iíd be able to cruise at 85mph pretty much all the way) I figured that averaging a 68 mph rolling average should be doable.

Ken and I compared notes and he decided that his return trip should be pretty close to the same. After all, itís just the 10 Ė get on it and go. Exactly how much planning does one need?

We set forth to farkle the bike. The 2007 R12GS is one amazingly well equipped bike for distance riding right off the factory. 200+ mile range, smooth Boxer motor, extremely comfortable and adjustable ergonomics come right from the factory.

Iíd already equipped the bike with the following:
Crash bars
Quad Fog Lamps (Hella Micro DE fogs, Hella FF50 Driving Lights)
Ohlins Suspension (front and rear)
Garmin Zumo GPS
Touratech Zega Panniers + BMW Vario Topcase
Bags Connection quick-detach Engage Tank Bag
Autocom + ER6i earbuds

To this basic setup we then added:
Bill Mayer Saddle (special thanks to BMS Saddles who did a fantastic 4 day turnaround on the saddle!)
Grip Puppies
Ghetto Pegs (home built highway pegs made from 1Ē galvanized tube, 4x hose clamps, and a couple of rubber stoppers)
Givi Adventure Windscreen
Conti Trail Attack Tires (brand new, 9mm starting tread depth)
Delphi XM MyFi
Escort 8500 Radar
12 volt cig-lighter socket (wired into the tank bag)

Fresh Oil and a tune up and we were ready to go!

We barely had 4 real weeks to finish putting the bike together. It was a rush job Ė and one that I am damn proud of. HUGE compliments to Bill Mayer Saddles for converting my stock saddle into a true mile-eater in just FOUR days! We could not have made the ride without such a quick turnaround.

Fresh power leads were run from the Centech box (now fully maxed out) to the Escort and the 12 volt cig lighter. Relays were double checked, lights were cleaned, parts were bolted up.

We finished final prep the night before I left, thereby violating the very well known IBA Rule: Donít make any changes to your bike the night before the ride!

I stuck the key in the ignition, hid the spare in the tank bag. Checked my insurance and registration and turned off the lights in the garage at 8:30pm, Wednesday night.

****************************

It was a simple plan.

I leave tommorow at dawn.
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Old 05-15-2008, 08:08 AM   #2
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Thursday, 24-Apr-08 5:30am Anaheim Hills, CA

Half a cup of coffee, Half a bowl of Oatmeal.

I left the house at 5:30am, not too early, not too late. I wanted to be able to beat the traffic of SoCal but I also didnít want to be so early that I sacrificed sleep. My first stop was what I called a ďpositioning stopĒ. I wanted to be able to provide proof that I was truly near my home when I first got gas. So I hit the local gas station before heading off to the true starting point. After that I headed straight down to Huntington Beach for the official start.

Day 1: Stop #1: Official Start: 6:31am Huntington Beach, CA 27 miles Time Zero.



I rode down to the beach for a couple of obligatory pictures. Iím smiling. I know this is going to be a long journey, but Iím smiling. I like riding when thereís nobody else on the roadÖand thereís no one here on the beach yet. Itís quiet, peaceful. Clear skies ahead, and a soft breeze. The sand is clean.

Even the bus driver doesnít pay me any attention as I take a pic or three.

I thumbed the motor and headed straight down Brookhurst to the Mobil station for my official starting time. And Iím off.

(As an aside, the rules of the 50cc require a couple things. The first is a date/time stamped gas receipt. The second are witness forms. The witness forms do not need to be completed at the same time as the first gas receipt. Basically the IBA is looking for some personal ďproofĒ that you are actually in an area near your starting point and that you are riding the bike and not trailering it!. I had my neighbors sign the witness forms the night beforeÖthe Date/Time stamp on the gas receipt is the actual starting time).



Day 1: Stop #2: 9:36am Blythe, CA 223 miles 2 hours, 59 minutes

Escape from Los Angeles! Iím off, and traffic is a doddle. What traffic is there is heading into Orange County and LA County, not out towards Riverside and the 10 freeway. I move along briskly, cutting and splicing traffic only mildly. In minutes Iím on the 10 and moving along at 85 mphÖ

And within 90 minutes of the ride start I discover the first flaw with Radar Ė it only works if the LEOís are using it! Some guy in a white Mercedes blows past me at an easy 100+. Not seconds later a CHP rips past me, the wind blast from his car two lanes over is easily noticeable.

The Radar never even chirped.

Next thing I know Iím in Blythe. Leg 1 down before I even know it. The GS is in great form.

Day 1: Stop #3: 12:24pm Casa Grande, AZ 198 miles 2 hours, 56 minutes



Ahh yes, standard Police activity on the 10 between Phoenix and Tucson. In other words, donít speed! All truth be told, I donít speed much and tend to set at 8-10 over the limit for the most part, and 3-4 over the limit in high risk areas. Just enough speed to feel like Iím ďgetting over on The ManĒ without drawing undue attention!

Great. My gas gauge is doing the standard BMW wonky, telling me Iím out of gas at 190 milesÖyet Iíve just gotten 43mpg average on a 6 gal. tank. Panic sets in and I search for gas. I hate this. Iím on the 10, nearing Casa Grande and I KNOW that there is a gas station somewhere up ahead, right off the freeway. Iíve hit it before during some of my trips to Tucson but I canít remember the exit. This is going to cost meÖ

The detour costs me a solid 30 minutes and the sad part is that there is a gas station not two miles further down the road. Iím a little pissed and stew on this for a while. It really dawns on me what the real value of a Fuel Cell is: reduced stress. If I had one Iíd have kept on going to the next station without fearing running out of gas. As it was, I filled up with 5.1 gallons Ė I still had over 25 miles of range leftÖ

Oh, and my Ghetto-Pegs rock.



Day 1: Stop #4: 3:25pm San Simon, AZ 189 miles 3 hours, 1 minute

Another Gas Gauge crunch stop as the tank barely takes 4 gallons. And I lose another 10 minutes backtracking to a gas station. Smooth sailing otherwise and the GS hammers out the first 600 miles with easy comfort.



Itís worth noting that San Simon is just before New Mexico. I didnít stop in New Mexico and simply burned across New Mexico at 85+ the whole time, finally stopping in El Paso in just under 3 hours.




(Ummmm, No.)



Day 1: Stop #5: 6:34pm PST El Paso, TX 195 miles 2 hour, 59 minutes.



So have I mentioned that itís not safe to speed in Texas? Yep. Just donít do it! The local LEOís are having a field day devouring speeders. They just ignore meÖ

I entered into what I truly considered to be the scariest part of the ride Ė West Texas Hill Country. Aka, Deer Haven. Aka, LEO Central. It goes from daylight to dark in no time and I power through to Fort Stockton.

Day 1: Stop #6: 10:07pm PST Fort Stockton, TX 240 miles 3 hours, 33 minutes.

Iím tired. Iíve entered Texas Hill country and the deer are out. Iím not sure which is worse: the deer, the 65mph nighttime speed limit, or the number of LEOís enforcing it. I kid you not, I passed in the neighborhood of 20 LEOís in this section and more than 50 deer feeding on the side of the road.

Itís times like this that I am super pleased with my HIDís. They are obscenely bright and having slaved them to the hi-beams makes them as natural as can be to use. Overkill is just about right when it comes to spotting deer.

One LEO decided to Paint me with his radarÖI was doing 67 mphÖfooker. I lit him up with the HIDís from over Ĺ a mile away. I just left them on as I passed him. Retinaís are cheapÖNow leave the biker alone.

I started this leg with the intent of finding a hotel as soon as possible. Iím rapidly heading beyond the point of ďno returnĒ and Iíve got 200 miles to go to Junction, TX. I stop at a gas station in Fort Stockton and grab a fried mini-burrito, a Red Bull, and two liters of water. My CamelBak is empty at this point.

The mini-burrito Iím convinced now, was a mistake. Fried food didnít exactly help me wake up.

The worst part is that Iím tired. I mean, really tired. Blinking, swerving, questioning my sanity tired. I need to stop, to find a hotel, to rest. Itís all I can think ofÖsleep. I do stand-ups, 3 sets of 25, twice over on the pegs. It works for a little bit. I try doing modified push-ups Ė nope, that doesnít work. The bike is swerving around. I try music Ė no go either. The steady beats are acting against me. XM isnít working right (canít hold a signal) so news radio is out.

I pull into a small town and itís got three hotels. All say ďNo VacancyĒ. Iím cold Ė itís only 65 degrees out though. I turn the vest up. Iím tired and thatís why Iím cold. Iíve been here before and I know that Iíve got to curl up.

Next town: four hotels. No-Vacancy.

Another 40 miles to the next town. Not far at all really. I hardly blink at a 400 mile ride and this is barely 10% of that. A scant 30 minutesÖ But now Iím just hurting. Sleep is priceless to me and Iím in short supply. An odd side-effect hits me. All the swerving around, doing loops, riding up to hotel front doors and the like have given me a break from the monotonous, tunnel vissioned night ride. I feel mentally refreshed and my dry eyes flutter with energy.

I hit a quick gas stop because Iím here and I really donít know how far it will be before I can get into a hotel.


Day 1: Stop #7: 12:48 am PST Sonora, TX 143.4 miles 2 hours, 1 minute.

I clear through the last 60 miles and power into Junction at 1:30am PST. I never figured it out at the time, but the time change was killing me here. The hotels had vacancies, Iím sure Ė parking lots were half empty. What they didnít have was anyone on dutyÖ It was 3:30am, local time. Lesson learned.

END: Day 1: 1:47am (3:47 am local time) Junction, TX 56 miles 59 minutes.

I pull into Junction. If I canít find a hotel Iím sunk. Iíll just find a park or something and crash. Itís a penalty Iíll have to payÖ

I hit the Days Inn, Comfort Inn, Best Western, Econo-Lodge, and Roadway Innís: All are No-Vacancies. Last house on the block is the Motel 6.

ďI have one room, Smoking. Itís $75 with taxĒ.

ďIíll take it.Ē I say and throw my Visa on the counter. Itís 3:30am and Iíve basically just rented a room for $12 an hourÖ

Some of you may be wondering what the big deal is. Iron Butt riders are known to sleep on park benches all the time. Unfortunately Iím not going to. The problem is simple: I have Sleep Apnea and a pretty bad case of it. I have to sleep with a CPAP Ė which means I need a 110volt socket. I donít care where I sleep, I just need my CPAP to do it. If I donít sleep well for at least 5 hours a night my attitude on life rapidly deteriorates.

Sleep is priceless to me. $75 for 6 hours of rest is worth every penny.

I take a 5 minute shower at 3:52am and hit the sack by 4am with my gear strewn all over the room. Iím asleep as soon as I plug in.

Day 1 Totals: 1,248.9 miles. 18 hours, 17 minutes.





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Old 05-15-2008, 08:09 AM   #3
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START Day 2:

Day 2: Stop #8: 8:17am PST Junction, TX 56 miles 0 hours, 0 minutes (Gas receipt for start of day)

I awaken in a minor panic Ė the clock reads 10am. Which is meaningless because Iím staying on Cali Time. Itís 8 am in reality and Iím about an hour behind my original schedule. Thatís ok. I had a full 24 hours to cover the same distance Iíd just done in 16 hours.

It takes me 30 minutes to get all my gear together and back on the bike. Iím not real happy about the time this takes but itís not worth rushing. Every time Iíve rushed Iíve forgotten something. 30 minutes Ė Iím sure I can work on Nascar timing down the road and get this down to sub 15 minutes if I really try. Maybe as good as 10 minutes. Itís all about prepping to leave and keeping packing super simple.

Iím out at 10:17am local time.





Day 2: Stop #9: 10:39am Luling, TX 169 miles 2 hours, 22 minutes.

Nothing to report. Iím feeling good, fresh, and refreshed. I roll.

Sadly, I have to cross through Houston. Which is a huge bummer. I lose a good 30 minutes off my time due to traffic which was reduced to a bumper to bumper scrawl. I thought about the carpool lanes and decided against it: They donít say if motorcycles are legal Ė only that HOV vehicles are. 2+ per vehicle the sign saysÖ And I know people in Texas can be shot for offenses. Nope, Iím good. I just slog it out with the rest of the traffic world.

Houston is a growing town. Construction abounds, freeways are being rebuilt left and right. Skyscrapers and tower cranes, signs of Progress abound. Good for Texas, bad for my times!









Day 2: Stop #10: 1:15pm Beaumont, TX 222.5 miles 2 hours, 36 minutes.



I note at this point that there is a remarkable difference between East and West Texas. Itís as striking as the So-Cal vs. No-Cal differences. In West Texas, You Do Not Speed. Thatís right: the speed limit is just that: the LIMIT. I hold at 3 over in Texas and get painted by radar on a regular basis.

Here in East Texas though people are as ignorant of limits as we are in SoCal. 85 in a 70 is normal. Iím happy just to keep up with the flow of traffic. Some guy in a New Jaguar XK lights the fires and is easily pulling 110mph. I think briefly about giving chase and decide not to. Iím not going to make up any real time doing so and the risks far outweigh the benefits. Still, I notice that speeds are increasing steadily.

And faster, and faster, with the speedo starting to edge up and over 90. And Iím still being passed. ďWTF is going onĒ I think. And then I see it, the sign.

ďNow entering LousiannaĒ.

Oh! I get it now! Everyone is trying to ESCAPE Texas!

I put the hammer down and burn off the rest of the gas tank and stop in Baton Rouge, LA to take on fuel.

Day 2: Stop #11: 4:59pm Baton Rouge, LA 195.5 miles 3 hours, 45 minutes

I power through Louisiana and power into Daphne, Alabama. This section of road might just be my favorite of the whole ride. 212 miles on the tank and Iím seeing fuel economy in the 46mpg range despite rolling at 85. Iím truly loving this Ė people in the South treat the speed limit as a suggestionÖ

But what I loved the most was the elevated highway. 50+ miles of it through the swamps, over lakes, the Bayou, and more. Fantastic.













Day 2: Stop #12: 8:00pm Daphne, AL 200.3 miles 3 hours, 1 minute.

The best part about this section is Mississippi. I ripped through Olí Miss with the throttle locked at 85mph and tucked into the flow of traffic. It was great. I didnít touch the throttle even once to back off. I rode flat across in total peace. The best part was ďChipmunkingĒ.

Try to imagine. Itís dusk, but plenty of light. Iím getting a bit hungry here and with the throttle locked down and the stability of the GS Iím able to do things I wouldnít normally do. I open my tank bag and pull out a bag of Almonds. I tear the top of the bag open and pour the almonds on top of my tank bag. Itís so still and smooth behind the fairing that the almonds donít even vibrate on the tank bag. I tuck half the bag into one of my pockets and raise my face shield half way and begin stuffing almonds, one at a time, through the shield and into my mouth.

I must have looked like a Chipmunk!

The best part though was the guy in the car next to me trying to figure out what was going on. I looked at him and offered him my half-full bag of Almonds at 85mphÖ

He waved me off pleasantly and accelerated away. I chipmunked for the next 20 minutes, one nut at a time.

HOURS of endless fun!

Day 2: Stop #13: 11:04pm Chipley, FL 151.4 miles 3 hours, 4 minutes. Aka, The Wall.

Itís 1:30 am local time. Iíve been riding in the blackness of night for near 6 hours now and itís hitting me. Iím still thinking fairly clearly but my eyes are getting all buggy. Iíve hit the wall. The same one I hit last night in Deer country and this time Iím not screwing around. First acceptable stop I see Iím taking.

Chipley Ė an Exxon gas station with a Burger King. Fuck yeah Ė the Kingís gonna take care of me! Iím hitting the exit, powering left and up to a parking slot. Screw Gas, Iíll get it after I nap. I was going to close my eyes in the Burger King booth but they were roped off and closed. The King Dissed me!

I stagger into the Station and ask the Counter Gal something. She looks at me strange and I realize that Iím actually speaking very, very softly. I speak up: BATHROOM! She points around the corner and I trundle off.

60 seconds later I wander back out front, stand in the door of the station (with the electronic eye going ďbing bong, bing bong, bing bongĒ ) and change my mind. I walk back in and buy a Green Monster energy drink.

I reason, if itís good enough for MilesÖI pound down half the can.

Itís 1:30am. I sit down against the wall of the Station, bike in front and facing me. My right arm is resting on my helmet and my left hand (also on the ground) is grasping the Monster.

And Iím passed out like a Derelict on a bender.

I can hear people walking past me and half open an eye now and again. But I donít move and I can feel myself drifting. I wonder what they are thinking but donít really care.

20 minutes later I wipe the drool off my chin and get up. I feel great. I push down the rest of the Monster, hop the bike, gas it up and roll.

Day 2: Stop #14: 1:15 am (ish) Live Oak , FL. 162.7 miles 2 hours, 10 minutes.

Nothing much to report except my famously screwy BMW fuel gauge read empty with over 1.5 gallons left in the tank, forcing an earlier stop than I wanted. I pulled a NASCAR stop and rolled out fully fueled in under 3 minutes.

END Day 2: Stop #15: 2:42 am Jacksonville, FL 103.5 miles 1 hour, 28 minutes.

Iím in the stretch now and I can feel it. The great glow on the horizon is J-ville. Iím almost there. GPS is giving me a 2:30 am (Cali Time) arrival and all systems are running great. My HIDís are cutting huge swaths of light into the blackness and the GS is purring like a kitten.

Iím bored. Earlier I decided to try and figure out just how good the HIDís really are. I picked a well illuminated road sign in the distance. I made sure I could see the road clearly (not just reflections, but actually could see the gray shades of the asphalt) and started counting the seconds.

30 seconds later I passed the marker.

At 85 mph, I had 30 seconds of clear visibility with the HIDís.

30 SECONDS.

Do the math: Iím throwing enough lumens to clearly illuminate three quarters of a mile of road. I could actually see reflected light (Bots dots and road signs) a solid two miles down the road, if not further.

Iím still stunned by the sheer magnitude of this.

I enter J-Ville and turn down the freeway towards the Beaches. Iím giddy. The end is near and I am finding it difficult to contain my emotions. Iíve ridden straight through the night and the end is a mere 20 miles away.

15 miles to go.

5 miles...

At 2 miles I turn off the freeway and make a loop, heading north up Highway A1a towards 3rd St.



At Mile Marker 2,456.8 I pull into the Shell Station, pump a couple gallons into the tank and collect the last receipt Iíll need. I walk into the shop and buy a small bottle of Gatorade Blue and a Milky-Way Midnight.

At 3:00am California Time I sit on the beach, watching the Sun rise while chewing on the candy bar.



Prologue:
I take a few pix, pack up the bike, and head off for breakfast. I should be exhausted, blasted into the next millennium tired, achy beyond belief. But Iím not. Certainly not anywhere near as tired as I thought I might be.

Iíd just ridden nearly 2,500 miles in 44 hours, 41 minutes. Iíd put almost 34 hours in the saddle and I had originally thought that I wouldnít want to get back in that saddle ever again. In fact when I booked the hotel room for that night I was a bit put off that it was 21 miles from the beach.

Yet right at that moment, 2,500 miles away from my wife and loved ones, I truly couldnít imagine any place Iíd rather be than on that bike. I settled back into the saddle and looked upon the bug stained plexi-glass cock-pit that had become home to me. The controls rose easily to meet my hands, grips warmed in the morning sun. I looked over the instruments, the GPS, the picture of my wife. The Mother Ship barked to life, her engine a little bit rougher than before, certainly willing as ever.

I hoped Ken would have as good a ride as I.

I thanked the Good Lord for safety, turned the sun to my back and twisted the throttle.

It is a good day to be Alive.
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Joined: Nov 2004
Location: Anaheim, CA
Oddometer: 1,240
Total Miles: 2,456.8 (first gas stamp to last gas stamp)
Total Moving Time: 33 hours, 58 minutes.
Total Ride Time: 44 hours, 41 minutes. (First gas stamp to last gas stamp, Adjusted for sleep, stops, etc.)
Total Stopped Time: 2 hours, 53 minutes. (Gas stops only)
Average Length of Gas Stops: 12 minutes, 35 seconds
Total # of Gas stops: 14 not including starting stop. (The ďstartingĒ gas stop doesnít count against time.)
Total Nap & Lunch Break Time: 0 hours, 55 minutes (includes 1x 25 minute lunch break, 1x 30 minute nap)
Total Hotel Length of Stay Time: 6 hours, 40 minutes.
Estimated ďWaste of Time trying to find an Open HotelĒ: 15 minutes.

Net margin for error: 5 hours, 19 minutes.







Things I learned.
1. I had a 5 hour, 19 minute margin for error. I neednít have rushed at certain times.
2. 20 minute power naps really work wonders!
3. Blowing gas stops because your gas gauge has issues really sucks. I had to make three un-ideal stops that cost me significant time: 20 minutes for one stop, 15 minutes for another, and 13 minutes for the third. I lost 48 minutes of time because I didnít trust my gas gauge.
4. NASCAR pit stops arenít necessary, but may be valuable. My average gas stop was about 12 minutes, 30 seconds. Enough time to dump 5 gallons of gas into the bike, cram down a handful of nuts or a protein bar, call the Wifey with a quick report, and then get dressed again. Straight ďGas & GoĒ stops would have shaved 7-8 minutes off per stop. Taken as itís own, this isnít a big deal. Taken as 6 stops in a day, this adds up to an half an hour. Thatís an half an hour of Sleep. And that is huge.
5. For future planning purposes, Iíll use 12 minutes per gas stop, 1x 20 minute nap per day, and 1x 20 minute lunch break in my long distance planning per day
6. Trying to do math in my head at 3am, at speed, in different time zones, without a proper countdown timer is the pits.
7. Having the ability to call a hotel from the bike would have saved me some time wasted trying to find an open hotelÖ
8. Camel Baks are great for hydration but are murder on the back after 16 hoursÖ
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Old 05-15-2008, 08:17 AM   #5
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Old 05-16-2008, 07:42 AM   #8
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I've been itching to do a ride like this for some time now and your advice will really help my planning. Thanks.
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Thanks for the Post

This is a great ride post. I am planning a 50CC and am trying to glean as much from previous riders as I can. I have put quite a bit of planning into my ride so far. Plan your ride, Ride you plan....makes a lot of sense to me. This post was particularly interesting to me because I also have sleep apnea and use the cpap. Thanks again.
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