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Old 08-27-2010, 11:09 AM   #46
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Sorry for my absence. I've been riding bikes, fixing bikes, and prepping the exterior of the house for some new paint.

So as you have heard, we limped 1/2 Rack out to the highway. Guzzidude went looking for the truck, somewhere around Ft. Bidwell, CA. We waited at a highway rest stop for a while. It was cool and windy. It was finally decided that I'd ride about 35 miles west to Denio and see if they had a room available so 1/2 Rack could rest. The ride wasn't much fun. Cold and windy. Gusts to 50 knots.

Anytime around 4 July must be a big time in Denio.

The bar and cafe were so busy that it took me 10 minutes to get the attention of an employee, so I could ask about a room. All 6 rooms were sold out. Next closest place to get a room, Lakeview, OR. Lakeview was 120 miles away. I wanted to hurry back to the guys at the rest area and took off out of Denio. Then, I realized that I'd need gas to get anywhere.

I fought my way through the 50-60 patrons in the bar and spent another 10 minutes trying to get the bartender's attention and ask her to turn on the fuel pump. I then found my way out through the crowds and filled the fuel tank. Then, back through the bar and spend another 10 minutes getting the bartender to take my money.

In the time that I'd been in Denio, the cold front had passed. Wind speeds were just as much as before, but from the north and colder. When I got to the rest area, it was decided that we would go on the highway to Lakeview.

Somewhere on the way to Lakeview, we saw the road that turned to Ft. Bidwell. 1/2 Rack asked if I'd like to run down that road that meet up with the truck and let them know where we had gone. It was that time of evening when all of the deer are crossing the roads. After having a couple of deer strikes on motorbikes, I wasn't too keen on running down that road in the dark.

Someone got the idea to try a cell phone and call the truck. Great idea. I'd not considered it since we hadn't had cell coverage in so long. Turns out that it worked. Both groups were now headed to Lakeview.

The bike riders got into Lakeview at about 2115. Guzzidude and Brice in the truck, a little after that.

The Safeway grocery store was the only place open for food. No cafes or restaurants. I picked up some Cheetos and a diet Coke for Patrol Dog, and some kind of microwave pizza for me.

We stayed at the most expensive place in town, since every place else was full.


And the next morning, Guzzidude made notes so he wouldn't forget the day before.


1/2 Rack was officially out of the ride. We are 3 riders now.
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Old 08-27-2010, 11:30 AM   #47
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The decision was made to not backtrack and ride the section that we had skipped while we were on the highway. That probably had something to do with me being on a tighter schedule and needing to get back to work. Time to get a nice government job like the the rest of the group...

As we started off, it was looking like we would be making a little better time. The dirt roads were a little bigger and a little faster than what we had been on the day before.

We stopped off at those old place for a few photos.


If you pass by here, keep your eyes open for a pair of Smith sunglasses. If they haven't been run over and you find them, you will enjoy them. Let me know and I can send you the interchangeable lenses and case that go with them.


I mentioned that the roads looked wider and faster.


The old railroad grade was fast and fun as well.
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Old 08-27-2010, 05:09 PM   #48
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More riding theory.

Those of you who are interested in actually doing the ride get your TAT maps out or road maps or an atlas and follow along a bit. The rest of you can just skip to the next post.

From Battle Mountain to McDermitt is 152 miles. It is a pleasant days ride. We had good weather and only had trouble getting around the fences coming into McDermitt. We wandered in circles for about an hour. If we would have wanted to press on we had another couple of hours we could have ridden but decided to not.

It is 66 miles to Denio from McDermitt. That is where the next motel is. These are not a quick 66 miles. It took us around 3 1/2 hours to get there. We were glad we did not try to make it that far the day before. It is possible to go from Battle Mountain to Denio in one day if you get up early, have good weather, don't get lost for very long, and don't dilly dally. That being said there are only six rooms at Denio so you better have a reservation. If you don't and the inn is full you need to go 100 miles on pavement north to Burns Oregon turn around the next morning and return those 100 miles. Burns is as close to a bed as you can get.

Since we had an early lunch at Denio, we had plenty of day left. From Denio to the next town, Ft. Bidwell Ca, it is 130 miles. The maps lead you to believe there is food, gas, and lodging there but currently there is not. The next motel stop is in Lakeview Oregon. It is 41 miles from Ft. Bidwell to Lakeview. That totals 171 from Denio to the next motel on the trail. We didn't ride all of that because of 1/2 rack messin around but the I believe you could make it from Denio to Lakeview in one day. You could not make it from McDermitt to Lakeview without riding after dark. One other option is to travel highway about 30 miles from Ft. Bidwell south in the wrong direction to a small town with motel and then reride it the next morning. The handwriting on the wall says you might better have a sleeping bag. Hope I haven't bored you on this. Carry on guys..
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Old 08-27-2010, 08:48 PM   #49
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If you don't and the inn is full you need to go 100 miles on pavement north to Burns Oregon turn around the next morning and return those 100 miles. Burns is as close to a bed as you can get.

Actually, there are closer rooms to Denio. We stayed in them...

Denio to Burns is 133 miles.

Denio to Lakeview is 117 miles. (both according to Google Maps)

Not a significant difference, but if you are doing the round trip, it adds up. Best to just plan ahead and reserve at Denio.
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Old 08-28-2010, 03:04 AM   #50
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Old 08-29-2010, 09:00 AM   #51
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Laugh Sandbagging!?!?

RIDER, therein lies the difference betwixt you and me-when I'm on the Dakar in the "moon dust" (silt, powder dust or whatever) I'm not sandbagging, I'm sand DIGGING!!! And sometimes using my torso as a measuring device....

WARNING TO TAT RIDERS!! The life-sucking, evil, miserably tire engulfing dinosaur dung that the area natives refer to as DUST is a secret booby trap by the government to raise the fiscal endeavors of the town!! There is a fleet of special-made vehicles developed soly for the purpose of retrieving the unwary traveller that wanders into that region and forcing the victim to stay longer in the area.. however, adventure riders are of a improvising nature and can overcome these devious threats,usually by cursing, swearing, threats of physical destruction in empirical proportions and physical strength. Doesn't hurt to have a friend along too that upon return to your last digger looks at you in amazement as to how anyone can get something with just two wheels almost completely upside down in the most incogruous inaccessible place on the trail-in two different spots....

The first few hours of the ride were the most taxing, in that though I had more than a few hours of seat time on the Dakar, I had not seen on any ride report nor anticipated the ugliness of the seemingly endless silt wash that I thought lasted for the better part of two hours, though it may have been less. As a result the physical and mental encumbrance of having to upright the Dakar with its baggage was exhausting, and set the tone for the remainder of the morning. When we (the Dakar and I) again went down on a shale covered "two" track (made, I'm convinced, by two herds of mountain goats walking in parallel), it put a damper on the whole morning for me. Later a wise and experienced rider passed on the mantra I will forever live when riding the dirt- "Love the rut your in!!" Once we arrived at the "oasis", though, it smoothed out and became fun again, despite the body stiffness brought on by physical tension through mental anticipation. The ride from thereon made up for the mornings shortcomings, especially arriving in the McDermitt area and having the escort of the local wild horses (FYI, the TRUE western mustang as a breed is almost extinct, having been replaced between the end of WWI and beginning of WWII by horse breeders paid by the US Cavalry to capture the herd studs and replacing them with thoroughbreds in the wild). The rooms were very decent (especially in contrast to the Owl Club!!!!), the restaurant was good and the days ride retold made it an excellent day, all in all.

The following day started out as positive as the previous days end, and though as diificult in the more technical areas, there was NO G#DD&M*D moon dust-Hallelujah!!!!! The pace was good, the ride much more relaxed, though the previous day was still making itself felt in the muscles.. and all was going well as we travelled into the Virgin Valley up until the ninth hour of the ride (1500 hours exactly according to the clock on the instrument panel), when for that flash of a second I let my focus wane and crossed over the road crown going uphill at about 30mph, half throttle. The front slipped but I corrected by continuing up onto the embankment on the right, and would've made the transition but for the unseen basketball-size rock I displaced that was also acting as the tax-collecting road gnome. Upon seeing I had transgressed without paying compensation, the road gnome hurdled himself skyward at the rear of the front wheel as it traversed his enormous but camoflauged dirt covered head and exclaimed "thou shalt not continue without paying my tax and penalty" thereinwedging himself between the front wheel and frame. Upon our return to the earth (read here, middle of the road) at an alarming rate of speed and upside down, it came to be that the road gnome had a confederate in the union and upon my helmet being the first to collide with the dirt the second gnome heard the resonding impact and attached himself to my left lower back and ribcage, causing me to question my physics teachers' explanation as to two objects displacing the same space at the same time. When Guzzidude dismounted and realized that my spatial confusion was as it always has been, the job of reemergance of my form from centaur to somewhat human began. As I completed the transformation (Guzzidude lifted the bike off me and I away down the hill), it was obvious that the ride was temporarily over as my steed was also injured, though the worst damage appeared to be the clutch perch-the handle was intact but the cable housing and attachment was severed!! When PatrolDog returned to the wrecksite he and Guzzidude righted the bike and with Quota's assistance they used baling wire, Gorilla Tape and a screwdriver to manufacture a new clutch handle. We later rode to Lakeview, where Guzzidude and PatrolDog urged a visit to the Doc in the Box-went the next day when it was obvious by the inability to get up from the bed that the damage was not just soft tissue but perhaps something more substatantial. Upon release from the E.R., with a fistfull of 325 mg. Hydrocodone and an xray showing ribs 4 thru 9 as definitely broken the Dakar and I were loaded into the truck for the ignomous ride home.

This ended THIS years TAT ride-we'll be back.


PatrolDog, you Quota and Guzzidude made a good argument for more seat time in the crappy stuff (as did the first miserable hours of crossing the silt), and though I do well enough on most roads around Nevada on the whoops, old railroad lines and Jeep trails with the Dakar, I'm now the proud owner of a street legal '06 WR450 with the magic red button!!

In the meantswhile, I await a check for REPAIRS for the Dakar (the dealership had written it as a total writeoff, replacing everything cosmetically damaged)-and have made ferverently, impassioned requests of The Posh (my awesome wife) to retain the Dakar. My insurance agent informed me of the possiblity of retaining it if I were to forego minor cosmetic replacements (on the BIKE) and do some or all the work myself, for which the insurance company will compensate me at a lower labor rate as well as apply the parts savings towards my deductible. Neither the Dakar or I will be ready for the '10 GNATSASS but we'll be there anyway-afterall,just checking the campfire area for survivors the following morning after the previous nights somewhat liquid-infused debrief of the ride is worth the minor ache of the trip there inandof itself!

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Old 08-29-2010, 02:51 PM   #52
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Whuh?

Mountain goats proceeding in parallel?
Road-Gnomes?

Methinks you've still got a few of them hydrocodones circulatin' about the rafters.

Or summatlikedat.
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Old 08-31-2010, 08:20 AM   #53
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OK, maybe some of the meds are having residual effect but not enough to TOTALLY change the reality... unfortunately..
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Old 09-02-2010, 12:51 PM   #54
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Carry on boys! Chapter 8 of the infamous GNATSASS is just around the corner. Therein lies another rather incomplete story, but the story continues....
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Old 09-02-2010, 01:01 PM   #55
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When they bound up ur ribs, did you have em add 4-5" to your inseam? The wr 400 had a 34" seat height with your 30" inseam. How r ya gonna touch the ground with the WR450 without touching with your head or shoulders first?
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Old 09-03-2010, 11:06 PM   #56
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After riding the rail beds, things got a little more challenging. Apparently the road on the roll chart had been closed many years previous. One thing we did notice in Oregon, was that when a forest road is closed for one reason or another, the forest service only bothers to put a sign at one end. So, you may not figure out that you are on a closed road until either the going gets so tough that it is obvious, or you pass the closed sign on the opposite end.

We didn't dare stop to take photos until the decision was made to turn around. We were hot, and the breeze in first gear wasn't doing much good to cool us off.

Shedding clothes at the turn around. What used to be a road is visible in the background.



I thought I was following the way I came in. The going was rough enough that I didn't dare take my eyes off the foreground in order to view my GPS. Once I finally did, I figured that I was off a little. Soon, I made it back to the start. I waited for the others. And waited. And after a while, started walking back, fearful that there was a problem like the day before. I didn't hear them and didn't see them, so I started walking back to my bike. After a while, I got to a main road. Somehow I'd gone past my bike. After some walking around, I finally heard an engine. I should have taken the GPS or my compass with me. Lesson learned...

We detoured or way into Silver Lake, OR. and found fuel, some food, and a room.

At the www.silverlakebarandcafe.com Carol made us a great dinner. Her homemade tomato soup would be worth the ride.


She recommended the motel down the road (the only choice in Silver Lake) and we rented a room.




This photo doesn't accurately show how small the rooms were. This photo was taken from the bathroom looking out.


The bed would be in the worst condition of any bed that I've ever slept in. I can sleep anywhere though, so Patrol Dog got the good bed.

Then it was time to go and celebrate the July 4th holiday back at the Cafe.
The place was really happening with people from all over the area filling the place up.






Carol delivering complimentary treats.


And Patrol Doug trying to contain his excitement about getting a complimentary treat!



Dean and Carol on the left, proprietors of the Silver Lake Cafe and Bar, as well as dual-sport motorcyclists. You won't meet nicer people on the TAT or anywhere else. Spend some money with them so that they are around for a long time.
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Old 09-05-2010, 07:12 AM   #57
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When they bound up ur ribs, did you have em add 4-5" to your inseam? The wr 400 had a 34" seat height with your 30" inseam. How r ya gonna touch the ground with the WR450 without touching with your head or shoulders first?
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Technology can be our friend-the Magic Red Button on the right side makes up for my inability to hold up the WR400 while kick-starting..besides, the suspension is user friendly on the WR450!

And yes, I was bound up-butt it had nothing to do with the lack of rib wrapping(the medical profession doesn't do that any more..), more so with the digestive processing of the meds!!

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Old 09-18-2010, 05:38 PM   #58
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Mike, The parks pass will be on the way soon. Nice report by the way and I am sure glad we didn't have the troubles you guys did.
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Sorry to hear about the busted ribs! His recounting of the tale was most excellent, and colorful. Ride on! Looking forward to more.
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Old 09-22-2010, 05:12 PM   #60
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Mike, The parks pass will be on the way soon. Nice report by the way and I am sure glad we didn't have the troubles you guys did.
Way to go edstoll. Quota has been worried sick about that park pass. The only thing good about that whole ordeal is it gave Guzzidude and I a good break in the shade while Quota rode back a few miles to see if he could spy it along the trail.
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