At the end of the first phase of this adventure, we all stored our bikes in Utah and flew home. On the flight home, one of our group had met this guy sitting next to him on the plane that was a cowhand from Eureka Nevada. They got to talking about the TAT and next thing we know, we're invited to stop in when we're passing though - which conveniently, the TAT goes right through the center of Eureka, a quaint town way past its glory days. We rolled in to Eureka on a Sunday morning: Everyone was in church so we had some time to kill before we met up with our new friend. We pulled up the gas station on main street and I happened to roll up under an American Flag hanging on the building: The next thing I know, I see a mob of Chinese people tumbling out of a 15 passenger van parked at the pumps and they all come running over snapping my photo. They spend the next 15 minutes taking turns getting their photo taken with each of their cameras with this buckaroo American adventure rider parked under our nation's flag. It was pretty hilarious really watching them all very politely step forward, each in turn and shake my hand and ask if they could also take their photo. None of them spoke very good english but there was one lady who said they were on a tour of the Western US from China. We asked them if we could take a photo of them with us and they started an animated conversation between themselves that sounds like an argument. Finally, one guy ran back to the van and retrieved a banner and very humbly and politely asked in broken english if it would be OK to hold this while we take the photo? Sure - having no idea what it says it could have been anything from "Check out the stupid American" to "This is our co-conspirators in our spy ring." I figured I was safer with my helmet on flashing them a shaka. My wife managed to translate the banner to something like Epic Journey USA West. So who knows, my ugly helmeted mug is probably being circulated in someone's travel brochures in China about their authentic tours featuring true American adventurers. In a half hour of all this, I still hadn't managed to get off my bike or take off my helmet until they were piling back in their van and rolling out.