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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by hitchiker_forever, Aug 15, 2011.
beautiful. please continue.
It must have really been HOT! But the whole idea is classic. Wish I'd thought of it...
Not really something I enjoy doing. Taking off the rear wheel of this thing is a pain. It doesn't have a center stand so some milk crates underneath and a bungee cord holding it to a near by air pump is the best I can do without putting it on its side. Took about an hour and wasn't too pleasant. Like an idiot I forgot to bring tire irons so I had to use my open ends to take out the tube.
My home and one of my favorite places in the world, the Sierras steep, sheer, and sudden.
Are they alright?:eek1
Sweet RR so far - kind of an American version of Nathan Millward's trip around the world on his Postie.
He's home...Looking forward to the story.
Good for you. Lookig forward to hearing the rest of the story.
They turned out OK.
And you guys are going to have to wait a little, I have no pictures of Nevada due to camera loss... so I'm going to try and cook up some Ernest Hemingway writing.
nice adv, but you sold the bike???????
Bishop, CA to Ely, NV in one day at 35mph
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The day started cold. I had to wrap up with everything I had to keep the wind out.
2 pair T-shirt.
Classy dress shirt.
Water resistant air force jacket.
Most importantly my wool scarf.
The morning desert was cold.
All wrapped up I set off back down 395.
Sorry I just really love the Sierras.
I stopped for a breakfast of spam and eggs over my propane stove then kept on trucking. After about 2 hours I hit Bishop, California. Nothing special, just another town, had some sights, might go back for the climbing.
I'm not much of a tourist, every time I find some famous place, its never that exciting, never makes me happy. To me its about the journey and the challenge to get somewhere not the sights, or the sounds, or the food. Seeing the landscape combine and meld together is always more interesting than one specific spot. Bishop was nice no doubt, just not my kind of place.
This guy was on highway 6 about the same time I was he seems to have the road spot on.
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The shoulder was a little small for dodging but there wasn't a lot of traffic on that road anyway.
It seemed that my speedo had had enough though, it literally popped out of its socket after making a weird spinning noise for the past two hours. I removed the cable and kept going.
A sign came up.
Provincetown, MA 3,205 miles
Still a ways to go, but every mile counted.
Green farms bordered the highway and I took some pictures with the cows, and enjoyed the scenery while eating my nuts and water.
At the gas station before the Nevada border I met some Harley riders.
"Nice little bike, where you heading too"
"I'm just going east"
"Don't know where?"
"No not really"
"Yeah we just came up from North Dakota"
Talking isn't my thing...
But I realized I had no agenda, no plans, no reservations, and no directions.
A map and a compass, a cell phone connecting me to the outside world.
I felt free, and for the high school Asian student thats rare.
In someway my parents or the school system controlled my life.
Wake up. Go to school. Take the classes that will get me into college. Socialize. Extracurriculars until nightfall. Homework. Sleep. Repeat.
My life was in my own hands, I could go anywhere and do anything, and as long as it cost less than $15 a day, I was set.
I passed a couple GS riders and a pretty attractive girl, payed my $3 gas in cash (no debit card) and gave one the riders his forgotten helmet back.
An hour later I made it to the Nevada border. I got off my cub and danced my ass off, I kissed the wood the first state out of......? Still that one state was a lot of miles. I jumped and sang and screamed a big "FUCK YEAH" into the empty desert for half an hour.
I ate some more nuts and took one last look at the Sierras.
Off into Nevada.
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Had to, not enough time, explain later
DAMN! I'm in, even if I get showed up by an 18 year old kid. :huh
Way cool, reminds me of my youth, If I needed 500 dollars to do an adventure, 50 dollars was more then enough. I can see many more adventures are coming your way.
Now this is refreshing! LESS IS MORE! GOOD FOR YOU! Steve
At 19 (Summer of 2006) I drove my 1991 Toyota Corolla 8,000 miles from Seattle to San Diego, Grand Canyon, Vegas, Humbolt, San Diego, Vancouver Canada, Seattle. And everywhere in between.
Of the 58 Days on the rode, I paid for lodging on 6 days.
Now I'm in Colombia, nearly half way through a 10 month journey from Seattle to Buenos Aires.
School got in the way, 9 months a year, but every summer holds an ADVENTURE.
Well done with your Honda Cub. Why not right?