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Old 09-19-2012, 08:26 PM   #31
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Day 7 - Just Stuff

I felt a couple of rain drops last night, but it's a beautiful sunny morning here in Susanville.
I'm within 90 miles of Reno and 130 of Lake Tahoe, two places I want to see.


Susanville CA to Burns OR - 296 Miles

I have second thoughts, though - time is running short and I prefer sticking to small towns.
I feel the need to start heading north and I want to see a portion of the Hell's Canyon area.

I decide to head north on 395 toward Burns Or - that seem's like a reasonable goal.
I don't actually know what I'm getting into, but what the heck; it doesn't look that bad on the map.

As I'm packing up I'm approached by a talkative fellow with a certain Rain Man quality.
He's retired and working part time at the hotel and is anxious to talk about bikes.

He's comes charging across the parking lot to talk with me, rattling off details about bikes he's ridden.
Then he leaves just as quickly, plays around with the recycling and comes charging back to talk to me about helmets.
He does this a few times, charging back and forth when he remembers something he needs to tell me.

It was a completely surreal experience - eventually he charges over to talk with a married couple on Harleys.
I talk to them later and the hubby asks me, "did he tell you to have a nice ride without him?"

As I pull out of the parking lot I wave at my still drunk friends from the room next door.
They're shuffling around smoking hangover cigarettes and looking at me in an unfriendly manner


395 North

The ride north out of Susanville is nice, if a bit desolate in places.
I get a nice view of the state prison shortly after leaving town.
I'm thankful to be on the right side of the fence.

I'm riding through the high desert


The elevation ranges between 4,000 and 5,000 feet.

The scenery is a mix of ranch land and what reminds me of the movie High Plains Drifter.
My goal for the morning is Lakeview OR for lunch - I'm starting to feel the pain long before I get there
I need to stop at the next reasonable location to get off my butt and stretch my legs.
Goose Lake OR/CA shows up none too soon.


Goose Lake Straddles the OR/CA border.

As I cruise through town the signs for the gun shop and junk/antique store attract my attention.
I pull a u-turn, find a piece of shade and gingerly climb off the bike.


One of two stores in 'town'.



I briefly consider walking into the gun shop, but I suddenly hear the music from Deliverance in the back of my head.
I'm a tourist - a fish out of water - out of my element - I think better of it.

Think I'll walk over to the antique store - more my speed.
The building has a lot of character.










This place is run by an eccentric character named Sally B who could be in her 70's or so.
She's gruff as she shuffles around rearranging stuff, but she says she's okay with my taking photos.
"Sure, go ahead, I don't care."


Sally's Dog - Desperately Wants to be Petted - Too Scared to Allow It

Just Stuff states a case on entrance.
The bumper stickers in the front windows are an interesting mixture of political views.
There is a sentiment here that is a mixture of right and left - an independant sentiment.
It fits the owner, the building, and the collection of stuff inside.










As I walk into the building I hear music that is extremely familiar.
I'm bothered - it takes me some time to identify it - I just heard this!
Dang it! What the heck is this?
It's the spacey portion of Funk 49 by the James Gang.
I just saw Joe Walsh the night before this ride began and he played this song.

Very cool vibe in this place.


The entire interior of the building is stacked with stuff; floor to ceiling; wall to wall.









Do You Have Prince Albert in a Can?




There are literally thousands of items in this place.
I find a small trinket to buy as a momento.
I figure it's the least I can do for invading her store for my own pleasure.


Small Bell with Statue of Liberty on top.

She wants $3 for the bell.
I hand her 5 ones - she tries to hand two of them back to me.
I insist, saying "it's worth 5 to me".

She grumbles something about not knowing why people want to give their money away - she's a proud woman.
Again I say, "I've already had $5 worth of pleasure taking the photos".
If I could have given more without insulting her I would have.

Next Post - Lakeview for Lunch and a Brutal Slog to Burns OR

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Old 09-20-2012, 06:33 PM   #32
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Day 7 - Part 2 - 139 Miles of Nothing

The antique store rest is enough for me to recover.
It's time to move on to Lakeview for lunch so I climb on the beast and head out.

They make a good old fashioned bacon burger here - fresh lettuce, tomato and onions.

They have a good selection of 70's rock playing
The gal sitting across the table is tapping her toe right along with me to Grand Funk Railroad Footstomping Music.
I'm reading my map and a guy riding a Harley comes over to talk routes and give some advice about Hell's Canyon.
Thanks

I manage to negotiate a speed trap on the way out of town

There is nothing, and I mean nothing, between Lakeview and Burns OR.
It's 139 miles of scrub.
.
True there are a couple lakes off to the left, but the water levels are low.
The alkali deposits just add to the bleak, desolate feel of the landscape.

I do find a turnout about 20 some miles out of town just to see the lake.



There's a guy here leaning against a post when I pull up.
Shabby clothes - obvioulsy hasn't bathed in quite some time - sandaled feet crusted with dirt.
Just staring out at the lake - if we were on a bridge I would wonder if he was a jumper.

Clearly, I have intruded on his meditation.
He shuffles back to his well worn sedan with Texas plates and drives off to the south.





A few miles down the road from this viewpoint I see something odd.
A sleeping bag drying out on the rocks?

As I pass by I also see on older bearded guy croutching in the bush about 20 feet from the road.
I'm thinking wtf is this guy doing out here 30 miles from the nearest water faucet or scrap of food?
On foot?
Maybe he had a bike?

I just ride on. I have another 100 miles of nothing to plod through.
There is a rest stop maybe halfway between Lakewood and Riley, the next intersection.
It's very hot and I can just hobble over to the shaded picnic table.

I can't stand, I can't sit so I pour some water over my head and lay down on the bench.
That feels good - I almost fall asleep.

Eventually a trio of riders from the north pull in and wake me up.
A harley, japanese cruiser, and beemer.

The were a friendly lot - out camping and riding.
We're coming from different directions so swap talk about what to expect.

The road between the rest stop and Riley, where I'm headed is even worse.
Straight, desolate and completely uninteresting in this heat.
Riley, at the junction to Burns is a metropolis.


Don't blink or you'll miss it


This is Riley, the Riley convenience store, gas station and archery center.


The best patch of grass in Riley


Oh yeah, there's a post office across the street.

Burns is about 25 miles down the road.
I don't know anything about it, but I hope they have a hotel room.
I don't think I can ride any farther and the camping opportunies are slim.

Fortunately Burns is fairly large and has plenty of rooms available.
After I gas the pig up I head across the street to check out the closest hotel.
I notice a bright yellow bike in the parking lot so naturally I need to go check it out.


Tom's GS650 Twin

Tom, the owner, walks up just I pull up to look.
He's obviously a proud owner and has a weakness for yellow bikes.
I check out his bike while he checks out mine - he's fun to talk with.


He's personalized his rig


Says he had it repainted


A little help with the seat - something I need to address


I've never seen this kind of headlight guard before - hmmm


He's got it farkled

This hotel isn't for me though.
I want a first floor unit where the bike is parked right outside the room door.
Kind of Like this one.


I've met these people.

I pull into the hotel and there are the two Harleys that were at my hotel last night.
Geez, hope they don't think I'm following them.
More on that later.

There's a bar/restaraunt next to the Day's Inn called the Pine Room.
I go over there for a couple beers, but definitely feel out of place.

The joint is full of real live cowboys betting on this coming week's rodeo events.
I seem to be getting a lot of sideways glances.
I decide to leave before it gets too drunk out and someone wants to 'talk' to me.

Next Post - Heading to Hell's Canyon
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Old 09-22-2012, 06:52 PM   #33
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Day 8 - Burns OR to Joseph OR

I sleep much better here - my next door neighbor is a disabled retired law enforcement officer.
He can walk, but is perpetually bent over at the waist as if trying to pick something up off the ground.
He had an infection after back surgery and things went downhill from there.
Just goes to show you - anything can be taken away at any time.

He and his wife are much easier to tolerate than the drunken idiots from the previous night.
I've decided on a route for the day - I'm headed to Hell's Canyon area and Joseph OR.


Burns OR to Joseph OR Via John Day, Ukiah, and La Grande


I make a few more friends in the hotel lobby for breakfast before leaving in the morning.
A guy on a 1300 Yamaha cruiser outside the office let me sit on his ride as it was warming up.
Much too big for me.

Chatted it up with a BMW rider I met in the parking lot last night - going in opposite directions.
Then a guy in a cowboy hat approaches me - "you on the vstrom?"

He's from Arizona and part of the vstrom brotherhood - that's good for about 15 mintues of chat
I tell him about the old guy I saw crouched in the bush yesterday.

"yeah, we see a lot of that down in Arizona - we call them bush men or bush bums."
He says a lot of them get around on bicycle.

Breakfast was good, btw, english muffin, tea, apple, instant oatmeal - hits the spot for me.
I need to move on.

I pull out of the parking lot and wouldn't you know it, I'm right behind the guy and gal on Harleys.
Sure enough they are also heading north on 395 with me on their tail.

395 North out of Burns is really quite nice - a welcome change from yesterday.
Sweeping curves, trees, nice scenery.

The gal is a bit slow in the turns and I eventually overtake her.
The guy eases to the right and waves me by.
Thanks .

A few miles down the road I need to pull over - I didn't gear up right this morning.
It's cold out here - I need another layer and different gloves.

Harley guy and gal pass me by with a wave.

It's a beautiful morning for a ride.
Just as I'm feeling the need for a stretch a town pops up.

Harely guy and gal are stopped there at the side of the road.
Okay, enough is enough, I need to figure out what these two are up to.

I pull up to them, dismount, pull the helmet off, and say with my best Tom Tuttle smile...
"If I didn't know better I'd say you were following me!"

That was good for a few laughs.
Nice couple - they're baseball fans and like to travel by motorcycle.
We had a nice chat while I stretched my legs.


She's a Cardinal Fan



Her bike is louder than his



And He's a Cubs Fan - Sorry Bout Your Luck!



We're all headed to John Day, but then our paths diverge

I bid them farewell


Time for me to head on also



view from 395 Northbound
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Day 8 - Goldwings and Passing Etiquette

Okay, time for a minor rant here

There is some really nice scenery between John Day and Ukiah OR on 395 north.
The best section is probably the long stretch of sweeping S curves approaching Ukiah from the south.

I was a little tired and running through them at a leisurely pace.
I notice a truck gaining on me - a Schwann's delivery truck it turns out.

So I dial it up a bit.
He's not on my tail yet so I figure I'll create some space.

No chance - apparently I have Mario Andretti behind me.
I can't shake him - he must know this road like the back of his hand.

This guy's driving his Schwann's truck like it's an F-1 car!
I get out of his way at the nearest possible turn out
No problem

The funny thing is that he also takes the turn to Ukiah and then pulls over for a rest.
I think he was just having fun - certainly not worried about making up time.

I stop at a place called The Thicket in Ukiah for a coke and a dog - how long could it take, right?
I don't recommend wasting your time here.

A hoard of Goldwing riders hauling trailers invades the tavern while I'm waiting for my dog.
Bad timing on my part - their drain on the wait staff turned my 10 minute pit stop into a 30 minute ordeal.


Outside The Thicket

I take too much time leaving town, pausing for a couple of photos and a tank of gas.

The gas pump is back from the road in a gravel parking lot.
The helpful bar maid says "you can't miss it".
Umm - yes you can - found it on my third try.

I need to wander into the store to get somebody to acknowledge me.
Remember, it's illegal to pump your own gas in OR.
I finally find a guy and ask "is the gas self service?"
He says "you on a motorcycle?"

Mind you, I'm in full riding gear with my helmet in my hand.
I resist the urge to deliver a smart ass answer and simply say "yes".
"Have at her, I aint gonna do it" comes the reply.

No problem.

Well, that problem solved I pull out headed east and find myself behind the Goldwing convention.
6 bikes all hauling trailers - somewhat older group most of them riding two up.
The trail bike is running slow and I ease my way by.

The next two seem to want to make life difficult.
They can't run as fast as I can, but they don't want to give way.
WTF is up with that?

I'm already in the middle of your group so if that's the issue it's too late.
They're dogging it in the corners because of the trailers and then jumping on it in the passing zones.
Okay, you want to be asses, I'll just power my way by instead of being polite about it.
Done.

I get to the third guy in line and see he's actually on a Harley.
He eases to the right and waves me by.
The only intelligent rider in this entire group.

Number two in line is more obnoxious than the others so far.
Again, he's slower than I am, but makes life difficult in the passing zones.
Fine - here I come - finally find a longer passing zone and jump by him.

The leader of the pack is the most obnoxious by far - he's riding solo.
He's taking up all of our lane and half of the oncoming lane, cheating in the corners.
WTF?

I'm hanging off the corner of his trailer thinking, "dude, gtf out of my way."
"you want to risk a head on collision, I really don't care. I just don't want to get caught up in your wreckage."

Typical BS, though. He guns it at every possible short passing zone.
I finally get my stretch and jump up next to him.

Does he back off and let me pass?
Hell no - I have to jump it up to 85 to get by him - the guy hauling his trailer at 45 through the curves.
Am I out of line or is this complete BS?

Once I got by, he and his entire crew disappeared from my mirror forever within 30 seconds.
Took a great deal of restraint to not let him know 'you're number one'

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Old 09-22-2012, 08:13 PM   #35
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It's people like that who end up pissing off cagers and make them hate all motorcycles. Much as I'd love to blame it on the Goldwing mentality, I won't, because I've run into the same kind of situation with a bunch of Harleys. In either case, these people are totally clueless about anybody around them. Far as they know, they're the only people on the road.

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It's people like that who end up pissing off cagers and make them hate all motorcycles. Much as I'd love to blame it on the Goldwing mentality, I won't, because I've run into the same kind of situation with a bunch of Harleys. In either case, these people are totally clueless about anybody around them. Far as they know, they're the only people on the road.

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Yeah, I don't know that it's a goldwing thing, or harley thing, or crotch rocket thing, or cager thing. It seems like more of a Jackass thing. No shortage of those regardless what they're driving.

Just a general me first, inconsiderate attitude that seems all too pervasive at times.
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Slightly passive aggressive?

do you need an emotion course again? doc
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No, I have the passive aggressive thing down pretty good!
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Day 8 - Joseph OR

It's not easy to get to, but Joseph is a nice little western style town.
It was named after Chief Joseph of the Nec Perce in 1880.
I didn't get enough time here and would like to come back.

The hotel I tried was sold out, but they had a room available a few blocks away at an upgraded price.
After a week on the road I'm ready for an upgrade.


Very Nice Room



Walking Distance to Downtown



It's kind of an artist's community - local art on the street.






The downtown area has character






Local Bar where I stopped for a quick beer



The Hydrant is a popular place during bike rally week



The Hydrant


There's a decent Mexican restaurant across the street - Dos Equis - Chicken Mole - Soccer - Nice.
Walk back to my room and collapse - really nice bed.


Next Post - Rattlesnake Ridge and Making My Way Home
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Laugh Boot up your ass

I have to note folks actually on the road are able to post and update their ride reports on a more frequent basis than someone that is at home and posting after the fact.

You aren't so crippled you can't type, Hell, you do that for a living, get on it and finish this thing.



BTW, my no-mar tire machine showed up, drop by when you need to swap skins.

If you are dead, my apologies in advance.
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I have to note folks actually on the road are able to post and update their ride reports on a more frequent basis than someone that is at home and posting after the fact.

You aren't so crippled you can't type, Hell, you do that for a living, get on it and finish this thing.



BTW, my no-mar tire machine showed up, drop by when you need to swap skins.

If you are dead, my apologies in advance.



I was dead for about a week, but I finally got over it
More on the way.

Cool on the tire machine - perhaps I can improve on my average time of 4 hours per tire
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Day 9 - Headed Home

Time to start thinking about being at home.
I've been told the route north from Joseph to Clarkston WA is a great ride so I'm gonna start there.


Joseph to Home via Clarkston - about 425 Miles

On this brisk early September morning the deer are wandering through the neighborhood while I pack up.


They act perfectly at home walking in the street and alleys.


I saw 9 of them come popping out of the alley directly across the street from me.


These young bucks start sparring about a block and a half away.





Adios

It's a beautiful morning for a ride and I feel pretty good so far.
Think I'll enjoy it while I can - gas n go.

The way north leads out of Enterprise OR on Route 3 the Enterprise Lewiston Highway.
It's a nice relaxing ride as far as the Joseph Canyon Viewpoint pull out.


Joseph Canyon





German Tourists from Canada.


My Tom Tuttle routine isn't working on them.
Must be wearing off...

Then I do run into a guy at this viewpoint who lives about 5 miles from me.
Now we have two Tom Tuttles blabbing for about 15 minutes.
I gotta get out of here!

I know there are twisties ahead and he assures me they are just a few miles north of here and I'm gonna luv 'em.
He's driving a 4-door bmw and grinning as he tells me.

Sure enough, the twisty bits are just a bit north and I gotta say - this is an awesome road.
I've had a couple of people tell me it's their favorite - I can see why now.

Heading north, the road twists and turns downhill through hairpins and short sweepers.
It eventually bottoms out in the canyon at a small restaurant oasis.
The hairpins and sweepers then climb back out of the canyon as you continue north to Anatone.

I stopped at the oasis for water and as I'm getting ready to leave again a guy on a bmw pulls up.
He pulls his helmet off with a huge grin and says "man, that was too fun!"
Amen, brother.

I shot some video through these curves and hope to post soon.


Anatone is kind of small.


At Least They're Keeping Track


Anatone


Anatone



I Must Have Been Here When I Dreamed Up This Trip


The rest of the day is a bit of a blur.
I was okay until breakfast in Clarkston.
Things seemed to go downhill from there.

The waitress at Jawbone flats was confused when I ordered the hobo scramble "without the eggs or cheese."
You know, different places call them the "mess" or whatever.
Eggs, hashbrowns, onions, peppers, meat, & cheese all scrambled together.
"So what do you want? she asks."
"ummm, everything that's listed here, but no eggs, no cheese."
Can't think of any way to make it any more simple.

Huge breakfast - not sure if that helped me further down the road.
Not to mention, I could have done without the long blonde hair in the toast.


I'm to the point now where I need to stop about every hour or so to ease the pain.
I'm heading west from Clarkston to Pomeroy and then up to Othello and Vantage.

Just short of Pomeroy I feel a stinging on my belly - sure enough I have a critter down there.
Crap - no place to pull over - it just keeps stinging or biting.
Finally find a spot - jump off the bike - rip off the jacket - it's under my shirt!
Rip up the shirt and find a yellow jacket jabbing away at me - flick!
That's what I get for having a yellow jacket sticker on my yellow bike


It's hot out - lots of nice curves, but it's brutal.
Meeting up to the E/W highway is a place called Dusty - appropriate - none too soon.

I buy a litre of cold water and find a piece of shade.
I guzzle about 1/4 of it and pour the rest over my head and shoulders.

A flatbed ranch truck rolls by me with a wave - they have a dead coyote on the flatbed

I power west at about 85mph.
The water helps for about 20 minutes.

Stumble into a rest stop just east of Othello.
Climbing off the bike is now painfull
The shoulder, knee and back are now the center of my universe

I drop onto the shady grass and actually fall asleep for a while
There really is no place to stay out here - the goal is Vantage - so I struggle back on.

Vantage made and here I am again laying down on the bench in front of the gas station.

I'm only about 150 miles from home - the thought of sleeping in my own bed is too tempting.
Snoqualmie pass is the next milestone.

When I pull off the freeway at the summit I have a hard time getting my feet off the pegs for the stop sign.
Another nap only this time on the concrete next to the lodge.

Raindrops in my face wake me up
I'm not having any of that - back on the bike - ouch.

I have my second wind now, though.
Every mile is familiar - that helps.

Home sweet home - hot shower - pizza - bed.

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Meh, the first time I changed the rear on the little XT it took me 11hrs of wrestling it in the garage by myself. I simply was not going to give up. I got better at it eventually.

BTW, from your routes, having been over many of them myself in the past I'm going to get you the Rand-McNally atlas of the US. It has the scenic routes high-lighted in it. Those are the roads you ride. Not 97 through central Oregon, ooph. Trade you it for the carb-kit for that DR650 you pawned off on me.

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Meh, the first time I changed the rear on the little XT it took me 11hrs of wrestling it in the garage by myself. I simply was not going to give up. I got better at it eventually.

BTW, from your routes, having been over many of them myself in the past I'm going to get you the Rand-McNally atlas of the US. It has the scenic routes high-lighted in it. Those are the roads you ride. Not 97 through central Oregon, ooph. Trade you it for the carb-kit for that DR650 you pawned off on me.


Deal

I knew 97 would be brutal, but on that day I wanted the most direct route to the bend area.
Wanted to get close to Crater Lake - just logging miles.
395 is much more interesting - 'cept for that nasty stretch between Lakeview and Burns.
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97

As bad as 97 was, if I had not taken it I would not have met Rod in Shaniko.
He was a highlight - a 70 year old cowboy and hard as nails.

He and I were discussing the merits of cruisers vs. the vstrom riding style.
"Those guys'll never let go..."says Rod.

A stubby mini-van driving dude steps up and says "hell no, I'll never let go of my cruiser!"
I try to explain to the dude that I prefer the riding posture on the strom.
"you just need a better seat!", says dude.

"No, I don't want all my weight on my tailbone - I want my legs underneath me."

Dude stomps off in a huff.

Perhaps I neglected to turn on the Tom Tuttle charm for this fellow
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