After a bit much bad tv (Ghost Adventures) and some mulling over between some Guinness and Irish coffee, I had the brilliant idea to ride to Virginia City, Nevada and stay at the haunted room 11 of the Silver Queen Hotel. As luck would have it, the room was available the following night. I booked the room and the next thing I knew I was checking the weather for Virginia city (20% chance of rain). The miles in between here and Virginia city? Oops. The next morning I loaded up the bike with a change of clothes and my camera gear. Sadly I didn't have any of that neat sounding pseudo-scientific ghost hunting gear to pack. After a later than anticipated start I stopped in Vacaville for some fuel (I took the easy way and went out 80). Even though I knew the range of my bike I wasn't sure when easy gas would be available so I stopped earlier than needed. My morning started the same way my night would end: excessive noise. The individual on the other side of the pump wanted to share his bad taste in music with the whole city. After quickly adding gas I was off, wishing I could exceed the sound barrier and that awful music.