The I.B.A's Saddle Sore 1,000 has been completed by over 33,000 riders. So, it is not terribly unique or considered as extreme. Many of the completions are done on the Super Slab Highways. I opted to try the Rattlesnake 1,000 because it is run on two lane asphalt twisties found in the north east corner of Oregon and should be a challenge. My challenge: Ignore my Doctor's advice and ride. To clarify: I am 73 years ancient and broke my back in three places last year. Most Medico's are very conservative. To give myself an edge, I left the Goldwing in the garage and recruited my 2011 Suzuki Vstrom 650 to go the distance. Late on Friday, I left home and piddled away 150 miles of the 365 from home to the starting point in Prosser, WA. This would leave an easy 215 on Saturday before the start at 0400 on Sunday morning. I spent the night in Bend, OR. Slept well. Only took 20 minutes to crawl out of the bed in the morning. Plans and Reality sometimes don't coincide. Back muscles were doing a lively Polka version of Riverdance show stopping exhibitions. Crap! O.K. Fortified with two anti- spasm - everything - pills, a stack of Ibuprofen and a small dosage of Vicodin I was ready to hit the road. I beat the ice off the seat, (31 degrees) plugged in the electrics and headed north. Forty miles in brisk morning air and I was starting to feel human again. A Black Bear Diner lured me off the pavement in Madras. The waitress sat me at a table next to a young couple touring on a new Goldwing. We swapped lies about Banff, Lake Louise, Glacier, Tetons, Yellowstone, etc. We wished each othr well as they departed ahead of me. When I went to pay my bill - it had been paid by the Goldwing couple from Denver, CO. You made this old Coot's DAY! ! ! I will pay this kindness forward. The 45MPH gusting to 60 plus winds in the Columbia River Gorge, welcomed me to Washington. A quick spin heading upstream and downwind to Paterson and a final 24 mile spurt north had me checking into a Best Western Motel located a hundred yards away from my destination of Desert Valley Power Sports in the early afternoon. I completed the preliminary paperwork associated with any ride of substance, grabbed a bite to eat and retired early. That 0400 start time was lurking in the near future. . . . and now to sleep. . .