Looks like I left things off at making my way to Panamint Springs to meet up with some fellow 790 riders. I'll pick things up from there. Got to Panamint Springs after dark with the rerouting so didn't get a chance to check things out much. Met the other 5 riders that had come out for the ride and we settled on an early morning stands up to get the day started. Day 1 - Panamint Springs - Day 18 of my ride: Panamint Springs Resort consists of a few cabins, a gas station, a small restaurant, and a campground with RV & Tent spots and is completely isolated and in the middle of nowhere. It has been operating on and off since it was first established by Buffalo Bill Codys cousin in 1937. A simple remote stop for travelers in tough country. Nowwhat & EvilSteve, and myself headed out for the "long loop" which was about 225 miles of mostly off pavement. The other three riders here for the meet would be doing a different loop today. The goal was to keep group size manageable since we would need to spread out to avoid eating each others dust all day. I mostly just let the go-pro run and we only stopped a few times for photo ops. We stayed spread out to avoid eating each others dust and Nowwhat and Evil Steve were running a good pace. I took a few quick snapshots and we were on our way. Around mid-day and I was running along at about 60mph on an open smooth straight stretch of remote dirt road. Up ahead in the distance I could see the the dust cloud kicked up from my fellow riders. Then my bike died... I coasted to a stop with no power to anything. Cycled the ignition and had nothing, n lights, no dash, no fuel pump, nothing. I knew the guys ahead would discover me missing in action at the next intersection they came to but I had no idea how many miles ahead that might be. Unlike here on the east coast remote roads can go a LONG way before one hits an intersection out here. After taking a moment took look around at the shear nothingness surrounding me with the desert sun beating down I set to work. Pulled the seat - Battery terminals were tight, main fuse not blown. Then I recalled the hit earlier in the day the bike took when I had dumped it and I found the left side fairing cracked. Under that fairing is the battery regulator and the wiring harness had become unplugged from the regulator and the battery was drained. I plugged the harness back into the regulator. Now it was time to see if that fancy Anti-Gravity Re-start battery would live up to it's name, otherwise life was going to get very complicated. After making sure any accessories were turned off I hit the reset button on the battery with hopes that it indeed had shut itself off with just enough charge left for one more shot of juice left for the starter. I can't recall a sweeter sound than that motor turning over and firing right up. As I was re-assembling the bike I saw a dust cloud approaching. It was Evil Steve backtracking to see what had happened to me. Does the heart good to know the folks you just met have your back! Steve and I road up the road a ways and ran into Nowwhat who had also turned back when we didn't show up. Told the tale and we got back to it. An odd sight to behold in the desert. Are those trees? An oasis in the desert. Cool! After a brief look around were got back to it again. Lots of miles to go yet. Desert folks like to decorate in the oddest places with the oddest items. Why hang a bunch of tea kettles at a corner in the middle of nowhere? Why not is the question I reckon. Ancient Volcanic Crater I did discover that the wild donkeys which are descendants of donkeys left behind from miners many years ago are approachable with the right tone of voice. It was good to know if I could find one I could try too ride it out of the desert if the bike broke again. :) Which was bound to have better odds of success than waiting on the SAR plane to show up looking for me. We got back in one piece. Fueled up, and got ready tomorrows run. That will have to wait though. It's late.