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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by hitchiker_forever, Aug 15, 2011.
"now now now now"
There is nothing in Nevada, you cross over a small hill, you hit a small junction, then its just road for miles and miles and miles. A car passes every 10 minutes. This would have been really serene and deep if it hadn't been for one problem. The bike kept bogging down every couple of minutes, then it would just stop. Please, please, please, don't break down here. Its hot, I'm almost out of water, and there is no one on this road. Damn no cell phone reception.
I just kicked the engine over and over again, and just when I thought I would die in the desert, it would fire up again. Yes, my little buddy never lets me down. 5 minutes later.Dammit B you let me down.
This happened about 4 times before I stopped pulled over and started rebuilding the carburetor. Some Harley riders passed by while I tried to fix it. It turned out the silicone I had sealed the carb with before I left got eaten up by the gasoline and was floating in the bowl. There was also a fair amount of sand in there as well, but I got it cleaned up and good to go.
A truck pulled over to help and a elderly old man asked me where I was going.
"I'm headed toward Tonopah down 6"
"Well I admire you for what your doing, how fast are you going"
"Well were going 60 and you're beatin' us, need any help"
It always seemed God like to offer me help when I didn't need it anymore.
"No I'm fine, thanks for the offer though"
Soaked in sweat I waved goodbye and headed back down the road.
I liked that road, after every hill there was something amazing, giant flat basins edged with red rock mountains, smoke covered mountains, and the tiny road that ran out strait as could be. The sun burned my face and took in the scenery.
But then a weird rush hour started.
Why is there rush hour on a highway from two small cities?
Why are there so many freight trucks on such a small highway?
Where to cars need to go at 11am?
That road had no shoulder and to make it worse it started winding.
Its a lot harder for a freight truck to pass you on a turn but it didn't really matter because Nevada cagers were assholes. Even if there was a full lane to pass they would pass a couple feet away from me, the truckers never slowed down and I spent more time on the dirt than on the pavement.
This seemed to go on forever and when I made it to the rest stop just before the long grade to Tonopah, I laid out on the grass and ate more nuts. I didn't care that I was on top of dog crap or that I had to pee really badly. I just sat and listened to the cars roll by.
Eventually I got to my butt to Tonopah where I bought some $3 Burger King, thats 75 miles of gas. Behind me one of the employees was talking to her friends.
"No honey she has to find a boy that takes care of her, not the other way around"
"I know thats what I'm saying"
"How about Jack hes a pretty nice guy"
I can usually tell a lot about the state your entering by the first people I see in it. I felt that I was not going to like Nevada that much either. I passed through Tonopah looking to fill my reserve gas tank before I set off on the long ride toward Ely, I planned to camp out somewhere in between for the night.
The town looked like a western set past its prime, the gas station was run but teenagers who swore and customers who chain smoked.
"Hey you know how far Ely is from here?" I asked the pimply cashier.
"I don't know like 180 miles probably"
"Are there any gas stations out there"
"No its pretty fucking barren out there"
"Right I'm riding a moped across the country so I can only go 100 miles on a tank"
"Ooooo....Yeah, well you better fill up then!"
The innocence of youth. I commend you on great ADV ride. I also think you are a little crazy. haha But that only adds to the greatness of your epic idea and ride. May you have many more great adventures in life. I know you will.
The youth... What a great state of mind.
...but it's awesome, I'm in! Bring it on...
Wonderful, I toured the UK on a C90 back in 1979 I was also 18
Looking forward to the rest of this. Great pictures too
Awesome report so far. Looking forward to the rest
your psychiatrist called.:huhgood luck on the trip.
Are there pictures still on the camera??? Where did you lose it in UT? Want me to go look for it?
Felt it my duty to post a link to this thread in "Battle Scooters":
I'm enjoying this very much, including your entertaining observations!
Wish I could have done the trip with you, even though...
I'm old enough to be your grandfather.
Trust me I've looked everywhere for it... don't bother, kinda a shame too cause I had this whole stop motion collage thing planned out.
Great job!! I hope you are able to bag yourself another sled and do another trip before your life gets too busy.
the phrase I would use to describe this stretch of the trip.
The Great Basin is a series of basins that repeats and repeats and repeats. You enter over a hill and the road stretches straight out to another hill. The occasional curve and large ranch. Maybe some wild horses. No one drives this road.
Note to self: great top speed testing location, no cops.
But the most important thing on my mind remained gas. I had no idea what kind of mpg I got from this bike. I knew it didn't cost much but other than that I had no idea if I was going to make it to the next gas station 163 miles away. I had extra gallon reserve tank tied to my milk crate and the gallon in the fuel tank but if I only got 80mpg...
The next 3 hours was basin after basin after basin, beautiful but a little monotonous after a while. I had nowhere to stop so my butt was more sore than usual even with breaks every hour. During one of these breaks I decided to call mom, as was my usual ritual but no cell phone service...
There should be some over the next ridge. The next ridge? The next ridge?
If my parents didn't hear from me they would freak. They would send out some kind of para rescue squad to comb the deserts for me. Shit, I was still another 3 hours away from Ely and it was already 5pm.
That stretch became a race to find cell phone service.
Gone was the half throttle and here came full speed 37mph! Maybe 40 on the downhill.
I don't really want remember these hours. It consisted of a very painful vibrating seat. I do remember that the valleys got greener, I started seeing houses, a lone mechanics shop, and my worse fear the deer crossing signs. It got dark, I turned on my crappy high beams that were blocked by my front basket anyway and I dodged trucks.
I turned on my reserve tank.
One of the trucks was coming in fast, and I started to move out of the way, but B let me down, she ran out of gas.
Why didn't this thing have a clutch?
I was a deer in the headlights, stuck in gear desperately trying to shit down to neutral. Fortunately the truck stopped and I moved out of the way. Whew, close one.
I refilled my tank and headed down the road, helped a couple who broke down and was looking for a service station down highway 6. Told them they should probably turn around and head back to find the closest one.
After some night riding I eventually came up into Ely...now to find a place to stay.
Thanks for the repost, I would've enjoyed the company.
Tell him to go jump off a bridge.