Took a little ride...

Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by Rogue 1, Mar 16, 2004.

  1. Pawk

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    I am wondering about the premise here...
    Are you still on the road, or are you updating this thread as you find time from home?

    I guess it really doesn't matter.
    You covered an amazing amount of land and I am super jealous.
    However, I cringed when I read you just blasted through Colorado on I-70 and skipped Arches and only spent a night in Moab. I guess its a juggling act between seeing a little of a lot of stuff and seeing less but spending more time at any given spot....

    No matter.
    Brilliant adventure. :thumb :thumb :thumb
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  2. Rogue 1

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    Thanks Pawk... I know I missed alot... but I saw alot as well... this trip was about seeing all the places I always said I wanted to see but never did... while on the road I found places I didnt know about (like monument valley) and I have learned of many more since (that I will make destinations as opposed to passing through) and many more that I wish to return to one day to examine more closely (like Custer and the Dakotas)... I had to start somewhere... there are still 11,000 miles of story left... read on my friends...

    What you are reading are the email trancriptions of my written journal that I sent out while OTR to update my family, friends and all the great folks i met on the road that wanted to follow along...
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  3. Rogue 1

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    When we left off one of my dearest friends that I have not seen since he left NY a few years back and I are having a reunion. Mike, who has earned the title "Best Customer" at BMW of Salt Lake (having bought umpteen bikes in the last 3 years), calls their service department for me and suddenly I am golden.

    They will take Silver in immediately, do all the work she requires, install the tires "No Problem" and if they do not arrive in time, they will pull a pair out of stock for me and keep the set coming in from Capitol BMW in <st1:city><st1:place>Raleigh</st1:place></st1:city>. Wow.


    We drop my gear at Mike's other office (Pusher and S7, they manufacture climbing gear and clothing) and one of Mike's crew, Dan, leads me over to BMW of SLC.

    Tarik and <st1:country-region><st1:place>Chad</st1:place></st1:country-region> in the service department are two of the nicest guys you could hope for. They patiently go over the long (and sometimes frivolous) list of ailments, real and imagined, and take Silver in under their professional care.


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    Dan gives me a lift back to Mike's office; we pick up my gear and I follow Mike back to his house in the mountains outside <st1:place><st1:placename>Salt</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Lake</st1:placetype></st1:place> central.

    Mike takes "The Back Way" and I can see why he moved here... best commute a motorcyclist could ever hope for. As we break free of the traffic and into the twisting hills, Mike rolls on the throttle and puts some quick distance between himself and Dan and I, leaning hard right into a sweeper, knee waaayy down.<o:p></o:p>

    (I see your skills have improved young Jedi, Obi-Wan has taught you well)

    At his home I am reunited with his better half, Kirsten and I am welcomed like a long lost brother. Their children, Sasha, 4 (whom I haven't seen since she was a wee baby) and Jack, 2 are fantastic. I expected nothing less from these two. I am also introduced to Mrs. Anderson, Kirsten's mother, a teacher, blunt honest and strong. No BS from this lady. <o:p></o:p>

    Mike gives me a quick tour of the 8000 sq ft castle he and his family call home and all I can say is wow. Downstairs I am shown into the guest room (read Guest suite, this place is bigger than my apartment) and I get to settling in.<o:p></o:p>

    The house is remote and overlooks an unspoiled canyon on protected land. The moon is high and approaching full... very bright in the starry night sky. I hear the cry of an eagle off in the distance... while I stand silent, just taking in the fresh air and enjoying being alive, truly alive, I hear a stag stomping in the clearing below. I can just make out the beast in the moonlight. He is wooing a female, also barely visible. They are less than 75 feet away. No words.

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    Off to bed, asleep at <st1:time hour="22" minute="0">10pm.</st1:time> 268 miles today, 6499 total on Silver to date. Mike and Kirsten have made me feel totally at home and all is right and perfect in my world.<o:p></o:p>

    Wednesday, October 16<sup>th</sup>

    It is cold and clear in the morning, warm and balmy in the afternoon. SLC proper sits at 5000ft, Mike and Kirsten's place at 5800 and the temperature difference is noticeable.

    I wake up at <st1:time hour="4" minute="0">4 am</st1:time> fully rested, see Mike off at <st1:time hour="5" minute="0">5am</st1:time> and wait for the rest of the house to rise. On the porch, the eagle is still calling. I sit on a chair in the dining area, off the huge, well appointed kitchen and quietly watch the light of the false dawn spread across the top of the canyon through a monstrous picture window.

    A morning star appears on the horizon and as I watch it rise, as the light slowly grows, I become surrealistically aware of the earths rotation. In another Zen moment, it's almost as if I can actually feel the earth spinning towards the star and the sunrise instead of the feeling of it rising to us. (Or it could just be the coffee, wink)<o:p></o:p>


    At <st1:time hour="18" minute="30">6:30</st1:time>, the house starts to stir (read the kids wake up) and the moment passes.<o:p></o:p>

    Mike has left me the keys to his Suzuki Hayabusa (Japanese for "2 wheeled rocket ship") and as afternoon approaches I mount it to follow Kirsten into the Valley and run some errands.

    The bike feels small and foreign to me. It's been 5 years since I've ridden a rice racer and I am not comfortable at all.

    Whithin one hundred yards away from the house I decide that discretion is the better part of valor and signal Kirsten to lead me back to their garage. I have no desire to reacquaint myself with this style of ride on roads that I'm not familiar with on a bike that is not mine and I can't afford to replace.


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    I get infected with laptopitis...

    Kirsten drops me at Mike's and I set about my errands. First order of business, you guessed it, dump the pics off the memory cards and burn them to CD. What's this? Mike U. doesn't know what a burner is let alone have one???

    Ahhh Mike, you have changed! ... just kidding baby.<o:p></o:p>


    This is where I make a big mistake...

    Best Buy is across the street and I take a stroll over to look at voice recorders, to make it easier to keep road notes as I sometimes end up going a couple of days without journaling.

    Next to the voice recorders, I see CD burners. Uh oh... next to the burners are the laptops... and among them is an amazingly small Sony Vaio, model R505GL. The salesman lets me know its zero percent interest for a year and I run like hell.<o:p></o:p>

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    <o:p></o:p>Back at Mikes place the thought of the luxury and convenience of having a laptop has me in its grip and is squeezing me hard. I do a little internet research and find out that the Sony is exactly what I need (aside from the Mac at twice the price). Give me strength, I can't afford this!<o:p></o:p>

    The work day ends and I ride "bitch" (ask your biker friends) with Mike back to his house. Kirsten produces another exquisite meal and we call it a day at <st1:time hour="22" minute="0">10pm</st1:time>.

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    Out on the deck again, as the house goes to sleep, the moon is bright and high over the canyon, throwing long shadows across the clearing below.

    I here a yelp on the mountain and it turns into a howl. Another voice joins in, and then another... the coyotes are howling at the moon! This place is too much.
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    Thursday October 17<sup>th</sup>

    Sunny and warming up. Around <st1:time hour="12" minute="0">noon</st1:time> BMW of SLC informs me that Silver should be ready by <st1:time hour="15" minute="0">3 o'clock</st1:time>. Kirsten drives me into the Valley with Sasha and Jack (these kids are a riot) and Dan gives me a lift over to BMW.

    I find Silver and don't recognize her at first. Whats this? She's CLEAN! And purring like a kitten! Thanks guys! After a slight adjustment, she runs at least as good as she ever has. Hey Mike (BMW SLC owner) you have a great crew, kudos. <o:p></o:p>


    Chip at the parts counter owns a custom yellow 1150 RT and I notice an amber headlight shield... all the bikes in this area have headlight shields as broken ones from kicked up rocks are common and expensive, but they are all clear, not amber.

    Chip lets me know he has one set in his possession that will fit Silver. He parts with it willingly (thanks Chip, the effect is awesome) and I warn him that when Mike sees it he's going to get a call, chuckle (he does).<o:p></o:p>


    A fellow rider/service customer and I chat for a while and, on hearing my intended itinerary, gives me some recommendations on great roads to travel on. He also stresses that if I can find a few spare hours, that I should not miss a run on The Burr Trail, out of <st1:city><st1:place>Boulder</st1:place></st1:city>, off 12south. <o:p></o:p>

    I meet Todd, the former owner of this dealership, now the very satisfied (and successful) sales manager, great guy, very down to earth and comfortable with himself.<o:p></o:p>

    Mike, the owner welcomes me and sets me up with a coffee or a latte or whatever out of a very complicated looking machine, friendly and personable, it was a pleasure to meet him (and the coffee was excellent).<o:p></o:p>

    To the whole crew at BMW SLC, great job and great meeting you all. Thanks.<o:p></o:p>

    My Laptopitis gets worse... and I discover that Comp USA sucks!

    On the way back to Mike's office (Pusher/S7), I stop in at Comp <st1:country-region><st1:place>USA</st1:place></st1:country-region> to check out their laptop section and prices. This was not a good experience. At the front, I ask a clerk, if I purchase a laptop, will you let me load the software disc from your demo Creative MP3 player? (This should be a non event)

    He talks to the store manager for 5 minutes, comes back and says, and I quote "Due to the danger of virus contamination and warranties, Comp USA does not want to be responsible for any damage, but my manager says that if you purchase the laptop with our extended warranty he will let you use our Creative Install software."

    What a crock of bullshit!

    "You know what that is?" I ask the clerk, "Thats flat out extortion."

    How the hell would i get a virus from your install disc and what would you care if i did?

    Back in the laptop section, I find that their prices are, in general, higher than everyone else. Comp <st1:country-region><st1:place>USA</st1:place></st1:country-region> replaces K-MART on the "This place sucks" list.<o:p></o:p>


    Back at Mikes Pusher/S7 warehouse, Mike tells me he has got something for me and tosses me an acid fleece climbing pullover that they produce.

    This thing is awesome and I am instantly enamored with it. Thin, light warm and easier to pack, my Mountain Sports Fleece goes into the purge for shipment home pile.

    Mike's got a school/kids thing with Kirsten so I head back into the hills on my own. I'm having a little trouble getting around now, I am keenly aware that Rose, back at the house, is an invaluable asset when navigating new cities.<o:p></o:p>


    Laptopitis goes terminal... i succumb to the cure...

    Oh look, there is a <st1:place><st1:placename>Circuit</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>City right in front of me</st1:placetype></st1:place>... lets check them out.

    As most of you have figured out by now, I broke down and bought the damn laptop and I am glad I did (monetary donations will be accepted when I return home... chuckle)

    No more searching for computer shops to help with downloads, CD burns, email, internet access and DCA card programming. I will attest though, I have met some of the nicest people during those stops, you know who you are.<o:p></o:p>


    Jason at <st1:place><st1:placename>Circuit</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place> won me over instantly because he knows his sh**. I buy the laptop at zero percent financing for a year and make my way back to Mike and Kirsten's place. <o:p></o:p>

    On the way, I pick up a few bottles of wine and arrive to find Mike and Kirsten setting up a steak dinner ala outside grill. Kirsten has picked up some Portobello Mushrooms for me after hearing me mention how much I like them grilled.<o:p></o:p>

    Dinner and wine and good conversation make for another great evening. Retire at 10 (the coyotes are howling again) to my room and check out the laptop. Everything is great and it fits perfectly the saddle bag.

    Friday October 18<sup>th</sup>.

    Good info on finding insurance for Mexico (Found a great Ins. Co.)
    http://internationalpro.com
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    I sleep late (up at <st1:time hour="8" minute="0">8am</st1:time>) and zip down to BMW SLC for that slight adjustment.

    Todd sets me up with internet access while I wait and I go online to locate an insurance company that will write a policy for me in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region>. This is not as simple as I thought it would be. I have contacted Sanborn Insurance, recommended to me by Cameron here at BMW SLC. They have been a mainstay for BMW motorcyclists (and others) for insurance south of the border for years. Their policies have changed (for reasons unknown but the possibilities add to my fears) and they will not write a policy for less than 5 (count 'em, five!) bikes.<o:p></o:p>


    More searching leads me to a site that lists possible candidates and I check some of the links, heartened by one in particular, I play phone tag with International Insurance Group/Mexico Insurance Professionals (internationalpro.com & mexpro.com) over the next few hours.

    Eventually I speak to a wonderful woman named <st1:city><st1:place>Nancy</st1:place></st1:city> and its smooth sailing from then on. The quote is $276 for $20k worth of coverage for 22 some odd days (my window is Oct 27<sup>th</sup> through Nov 17<sup>th</sup>). I thank her and will contact her on Monday to close the deal.<o:p></o:p>


    I spend the bulk of the afternoon purging my gear and prepping for the next leg.

    Mike has supplied me with more lightweight clothing and anything that I haven't used for more than two weeks goes into the pile to be shipped home to NY.

    I repack my bags, the load lightened significantly (as a newbie to "The Long Ride", I have made the common mistake of bringing much more than I needed) and get Silver ready to leave early tomorrow. <o:p></o:p>


    Dinner out with Mike and Kirsten and we finally get to really talk (sans children and the need to get up for work).

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    Off to bed. Tomorrow I am back on the road!

    6649 Miles on these Conti Knobbies... not too shabby...
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  6. Rogue 1

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    Saturday October 19<sup>th</sup>

    After a few days here my batteries are fully charged. The sun is shinning and it is super chilly as Mike and I ride out together at <st1:time minute="30" hour="8">8:30 am</st1:time>.

    A quick stop at his clothing warehouse and I pick up a woolen cap. Another stop at BMW SLC, goodbyes, a few pics of Silvers old, worn tires for historical purposes and the 6k service stamp in my owners manual.

    There is a brand new bright yellow H2 Hummer in the parking lot, the property of a very proud manager at the shop. When he hears of the route I'll be following south into <st1:city><st1:place>Zion</st1:place></st1:city>, Bryce and the Escalante Staircase he jokes that he will keep his eyes open for me as he will be taking the same loop in the opposite direction. I tell him that I will see him first in that yellow monster.


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    I'm heading South on I15 at <st1:time minute="15" hour="10">10:15 AM</st1:time> after a hard parting with Mike. Sunny and crisp, I exit I15 back onto 6 and catch 89 South. Beautiful country, stunning in fact, mountain twisties, perfect roads and the air is pure. I pull over and install the Blue Iridium shield for my Arai Signet. I have been carrying it, unused, for the last 6000 miles. I figure the bad weather is finished and I can now use the tint. Yeah! Looks hot!

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    Hunting season opened today and the hunters are out in force. Kirsten had suggested an orange vest to avoid getting mistaken for a very fast moving deer but I choose to forgo that particular safety device. I am a big fan of safety gear, but those guys that ride with those neon safety vests on just crack me up.

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    I stop at an outfitter; buy a couple of cans of chili con carne, a small mess kit and some chemical hand warmers... yup, I am finally going to camp.

    89 will get me to Bryce Canyon National Park, but the rider back at BMW recommended the "Scenic Back Way" (a new term for my touring vocabulary, main roads, scenic byways, with which I am familiar, and now I find the real "off the beaten path," the scenic back way).

    I find the off shoot and head south on 12. Man, this is some fine piece of country.


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    I enter "<st1:place><st1:placename>Dixie</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>National Forest</st1:placetype></st1:place>" at 7<st1:time minute="0" hour="18">pm</st1:time>. The sun is low and once again magic hour works its charms. The rock formations have a life of there own and the fire within them glows in the late day sun.

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    I stop at gas station/Subway for campsite directions.

    The woman behind the counter is on the phone with a customer that is convinced that his bread is not fresh. She looks at me helplessly, explaining to him that they bake there bread fresh 3 to 4 times a day and letting him know if he'd like, he can come in and they will gladly refund his money.

    Just like home. Poor girl, I guess people are the same everywhere... glad there are more of the "good" ones.

    <o:p></o:p>She hangs up, smiles at me and we shrug it off together... whatreyagonnado???

    Singletree Campsite, a Nat. Park Service run area, is about 20 miles further into the park and up the mountains.


    <o:p></o:p>I'm warned, "It's going to be cold... it was 17 degrees when I got up this morning and you're going to be at a much higher elevation."

    Another ominous gas station comment. What is it about gas stations?

    "If they find a motorcyclist dead of hypothermia tomorrow, tell my family I love them."


    <o:p></o:p>Outside, I pause for a moment and gaze longingly at the Days Inn next door, however I am determined to start camping (even if it kills me) and I head deeper into the park. As I climb the twisting mountain roads the sun sinks below the horizon and the cold comes quickly. I reach Singletree (elevation 8700ft, oh boy) and rush to set up camp before the light is gone completely. I don the wool cap and silently thank Mike because it really helps.

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    My tent set up and the cold shakes nominal, I breakout the Miller Light 40's and my MSR stove to whip up some dinner. While it is not much, just the act has the chili tasting pretty special.


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    As I eat, the moon rises high and is almost full... so bright it is, that it casts solid shadows and everything is visible.

    Like the sun on a dimmer switch.

    Behind my tent, through a thin stand of trees, a short, brush covered plain drops away into a valley that I cannot see. Beyond, a snowcapped mountain range is framed by the black, star filled curtain of the night.

    My God it is inspiring. There are some moments when you truly feel life... when it all makes sense and you just want shout to the stars for how lucky you are. It makes the beer taste better.


    The temperature keeps dropping and I climb into the tent to warm up and do a little journaling. I settle in and exhaustion gets the best of me, about <st1:time minute="30" hour="8">8:30</st1:time> I fall fast asleep.

    I wake up at <st1:time minute="30" hour="9">9:30</st1:time> shaking like a leaf.

    I cant feel my hands. Man oh man is it COLD! Out of the tent, jeeeezz! I grab my balaclava, my thick thermal socks, my Thermax glove liners and the second, thicker fleece pullover Mike gave me. Back inside I transform into the little brother in "A Christmas Story" (you'll shoot your eye out).

    The night is long and cold, I can't feel my toes and when I roll off the Therma-Rest pad the chill stops the circulation and wakes me up again and again.

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    <o:p></o:p>The moonlight is overhead and so unbelievably bright it makes the tent glow. If I had the inclination, I could probably read in here. I am cocooned in the sleeping bag, the draw string pulled tight over my head, my mouth the only exposed area so I can breathe. Sleep comes and goes, the night passes.



    More to come...

    Thanks for reading...
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    Sunday October 20<sup>th</sup>

    I wake up and am not sure if it's day break or still moonlight. A check of the watch confirms that I have survived, it's 6am....

    Man I gotta piss. I spend another 45 minutes bundled within the tent and sleeping bag... unwilling to leave the semi-warmth... All the while my bladder is screaming like a marine drill sergeant to GET UP AND GIVE ME EMPTY!!! Eventually, the call of nature is too great and I exit for relief... COLD COLD COLD!

    Another lesson learned; keep an empty water bottle in the tent!


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    The gentleman at the adjacent campsite walks toward me holding a steaming hot cup of joe with a big "isn't roughing it great" smile on his pudgy face. He happily informs me that the temperature dropped down to 7F degrees last night. He has a camper!

    "Morning!" he says heartily... and I return the hail with a smile and a shiver...
    "Weren't you cold?" He asks.
    "Uh... yea-uh..." I answer.
    "I got a thermometer on the camper...18F right now... yowser! Nice bike. Have a great day!" He turns and walks back to his site...

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    As the sun rises over the mountain and valley behind my tent site, I count fourteen deer, 100 ft away, grazing calmly on the plain, serene in the dawn light. The hunters have all broken camp and headed off to their stalking points and the deer are here. Guess they aren't as clueless as I thought, pretty slick. I walk towards them, the check me out and deem me harmless, returning to their breakfast.

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    No mist, no dew, the air is dry, which adds to the cold.

    As I break camp, the feeling disappears in my fingers and I crack open the chemical hand warmers only to find that they are useless.

    I attempt to start Silver and the cold has drained her battery, c'mon baby, kick over. She coughs twice, and comes to life, stalls and then fires, rough but alive.

    I leave her to warm up, my new deerskin gloves, placed one on each of Silvers cylinders, set to warm as her engine heats up. I finish packing, and Silvers engine is now a wonderful source of heat. I rest my hands on the boxer twin, and as the feeling returns to my fingers, they begin to ache sharply, a good sign.


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    Silver (now at 6900 miles) and I exit the campsite at <st1:time minute="0" hour="9">9 am</st1:time>, my gloves toasty from the engine heat.

    At this point in my travels, I am on constant scenic overload, The Blue Ridge Mountains, The Smokeys, The Rockies, The Badlands, The Black Hills, Monument Valley, Moab, Mt Rushmore, Needles Highway, the list goes on and on.

    Everywhere I go, stunning, awe inspiring, religiously moving examples of the beauty and power of nature. I have run through every adjective in the book twice and I am still unable to describe the sights, scents and sounds that I am experiencing. (I've given up on sending pics; I'll figure that out when I return home)


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    Route 12 is of course fantastic. At the summit of the area (9800ft) the panoramic view is incredible. The air is crisp but the sun is shining and the mercury is oh so slowly rising. It feels like it will be a comfortable day.

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    40 miles on, I see the turn off for The Burr Trail in <st1:place><st1:city>Boulder</st1:city>, <st1:state>UT.</st1:state></st1:place> I have the time to spare (as is the purpose of this trip) and head towards it. The signs at the entrance read, "No Service 75 miles", "Steep Grades", "Unpaved Roads." "Dangerous Curves", "Proceed at Your Own Risk".

    Sounds great! Let's go!


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    For shits and giggles 'cause ya know this would be... as if! :rofl
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    Oh Lord what a run this road is... can you follow the ribbon!
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    Hours... and no other signs of life on 2 legs...
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    Hmmm... what could this mean?
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    That's right kids... we goin' canyon carving Utah Style!
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    I'll try to condense my description of this run; 8 miles of alien landscape through the back side of The Escalante Staircase lead to a canyon drop into another 12 miles of extremely tight road inside the canyon.

    As I take the blind right hand turn to begin my decent, ¾ of the road is blocked by a giant boulder that has broken loose and crashed onto the path. Sphincter Factor at 10.9 I grab all the Brembo I can like a pregnant woman crowning the head.

    Thank you ABS. A tree, whose roots were the final straw in its escape to freedom, lies atop the boulder, surrounded by smaller rocks of assorted sizes.


    Man... I didn't know you could turn dingleberrys into diamonds!

    :eek1 Falling Rock Zone:eek1
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    On the canyon floor, the road leads me along the now dry riverbed that created this place. 20 story sheer cliffs rise above me 50 yards apart. For the first time in my life, signs that say "Watch for Falling Rocks" have meaning, real meaning. I scan the cliffs and can identify areas that will eventually be trouble, no event today. It takes me an hour and a half to get 18 miles in and I have to turn back because the road leads me in the wrong direction.

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    I mount the video camera onto Silvers engine guards and head back the way I came, now familiar with the road and its hazards, I am able to push it a little. It takes me only 20 minutes to get back out. The video is amazing.


    More to come... again... thanks for reading :thumb
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  12. Baldy

    Baldy Site Owner Administrator

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    What an incredible thread this is! :clap :clap :clap
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  13. cRAsH

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    How the hell did I miss this one!?!?!?!

    AWESOME, R1! :thumb

    Blew me away when I saw the pic of Mike/Spartacus/ossi/Cheesewiz. That boy do get around... :lol3
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  14. Peachmaan

    Peachmaan Boneless chicken

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    LINK to VIDEO, pleeaasseeee... :thumb
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    :eek1

    So about 15,000 miles total?
    Nevermind what I said, I didn't know what I was talking about...

    Keep it coming man!!!!!
    Freaking Brilliant.
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    =====THIS IS A STERN WARNING FOR ROGUE1=====

    Should you, in a moment of boredom coupled with ill judgement, decide to quit writing this ride report, leaving it unfinished and us all hanging, I will personally take it as a matter of priority to assemble a posse of disgruntled readers from Flugistan to Fishworld, with me as representative of the Yurrupean chapter, to find you wherever you might hide, and to instill some better decision-making into your head by the simple means of repeated, violent impact with a two-by-four until the desired effect takes place. You have been warned.

    As you were.

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    [​IMG]FER CHRISESSAKE ZERO !!! Ya nearly gi'mme a heart attack!!!![​IMG]
    I signed on and saw that 6 foot tall shite of a warning and was like HOLY F'IN SHIT WTF DID I DO WRONG????

    JEEEEzzzz Zero-Zero... man... I don't know when I'll feel good about goin' back in the net and writing more...
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    zero-zero Horny Horned One

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    (Assembling posse now...)
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  19. dirtrider

    dirtrider Dusty Adventurer

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    Please don't stop! I need more! Usually a ride report with that much pavement wouldn't hold my interest, but your descriptions and pictures are incredible. I've ridden the motocross track in CO that you spoke of, great fun, and traveled parts of I70 west of Denver, but I haven't spent any time in Utah. After seeing the pictures, I can't wait. Maybe I'll change my travel plans for the return trip from Ouray to include Utah instead of Wyoming.

    Keep up the good work! :thumb
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  20. Rogue 1

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    Feeling better now... palpitations have subsided...

    ... call off your dogs of war...

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