Don't Tell my Boyfriend-- I'm Taking His Bike to Yellowstone

Ah, Maggie, I've been waiting for this report since last year and here it is. Excellent! Here's a question: Do you rely on memory to write reports nearly a year after the trip? Do you takes notes during the trip? Or do you count on a lot of pictures to bring back things you were feeling?

Are you paying attention, "Bryson"?

You know-- if the PUBLISHERS would pay attention to the AMAZING list of authors that I get compared to, I could retire from the nail business and ride professionally.

Memory. True story.

I tell my stories several times a day for weeks-- sometimes months-- to clients. I'm a big believer in the oral story-telling tradition. The retelling gives me a chance to polish the tale before getting around to typing them up.

It takes a LONG time to type up a report. This one was coming in near 40K words when I thought I was going to make it a book.

I also have to sort photos, resize them for the web and upload them to a hosting site.

With the free time that I DO NOT HAVE.:eek1

Again--- professional travel writer. Someone call Bryson's publisher!

Great report Shesaid. I've stayed in the exact Motel in Eureka that you visited-- not much choice there. The Owl Club does have very good food. Good revisit to my old stomping grounds. I lived in Minden, NV for 4 years- did the US 50 route many times- the real "Lonely Highway is US 6 from Tonopah, NV to Ely.


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You can publish independently. Use Kindle/Nook/etc for e-books and something like CreateSpace for actual books. The reality is a publisher isn't going to spend much if any money marketing/promoting a debut author's book. It would fall to you in much the same way as it would if you go independent. Just sayin'. Free time, schmee time, it's not as daunting as it sounds. You've done the hardest parts already.

Nice reading. Good to read something original

cheers

Really fun report. Thanks for taking us along.

Now to start reading your next one and wasting more time at work. My boss would not be happy with you.

Thanks for taking us along. Excellent that you can do it by memory. So many keen observations. Yes, women are usually hard on men's psyche's, but we're still attracted to you, so go figure. I do have to say that it is appealing to find a bold woman like yourself. I'm still crazy about my wife and we've been married 30 years, however I know she would never take off on a trip like this. She's more interested in modifying the nest. We're all different, I guess that's what keeps it interesting.

I really enjoyed your writing. I'm doing a solo trip this fall, so I can relate to long lonely roads. Then again, I don't usually feel alone, even when I am.

I finally finished it. When I was much younger, I too use to blast through Jackson Hole while riding from Idaho to Minnesota and back. Nothing here for me in this town other than a gas station. I did return years later and got to see the street actor's in a mock gunfight. It was cool. I have no recollection of the shops. Must be a guy thing.

I often cringe when someone asks where I'm from. I can see the look in their eyes, Sand Hollow, where the hell is Sand Hollow. So begrudgingly, I say Boise, although it's 30-40 miles away, but someplace they may have heard. Of course, some people apparently confuse Idaho for Iowa. Not sure how that happens, but it does. I hope your ride through wasn't too painful. Boise is a huge city from what I'm use too. The traffic is just horrible.

Anyway, since you ventured off course (Walla Walla) and happened through Boise area, you traveled oh so close to the Homestead as you passed on through Nyssa. If I'd have known, I would have recommended the Thunder Egg for a good coffee or a decent lunch at a reasonable price in downtown Nyssa.

I laughed often at your descriptions of events as they appear all to familiar to some of us. I for one, won't be surprised if you end up writing a book one day. Perhaps your blog is a book substitution, but if you do write that book, give me a heads up.

Thanks so much for this great ride report. It was so fun to read. I will forever remember this line. "And just because I miss you, doesn't mean you're invited". I won't need to use it, but it brought such a smile and laughter to my day. I laugh silently a lot!

Take Care. Ride be with you!

I also have to thank you for taking me along on your first epic ride. I to like oral story telling and I have some from my life, my dad's life and my grandfather's and when I have written them done the loose something. You have made this an experience that others have shared with you. So risking to contradict you, because of your words, all who have read this report shared it with you and are now connected one to the other.

I have been to Ely and looked at riding US 50 and US 6 and US 50 is a snap compared to US 6. It is 140 miles from Tonapa to the next gas stop, so short legged bike, not riders, need to carry gas or stay off it.

Also you have to go out of Ely to the south to pickup US 50 east to Utah, that is how you missed it, not good signage. For Hesaid they also have a narrow gauge train there.

Thank you again and I can't wait for the next adventure of the new dynamic duel and their trusty steeds.

P.S. I to look at mine and more then just machines.

You'll love the "I'll Most Likely Kill Him in the Morning" thread! When I got to trek across the 6!

Glad you liked the story!

I'm with you on HWY 6. the last time I did that road was on an Intruder 1400; a big twin with a small gas tank. I had a 5L gas can stuffed in my tank bag to make sure there wouldn't be a problem. My 12L tank was normally good for 220 Km which is about 135 miles. I had to make it to 160 miles so there shouldn't be a problem right? Or so I thought.

Do to speed on an empty road and the wind; I ran onto reserve at 120 Km which means I had about 1/2 gal left. 3.8 L is a US gal, so I added my 5 L and I went into maximum gas mileage panic mode. I ticked along as slow as I could easily go in fifth; about 45 mph. I did make it to Tonopah with about 2 L left. As I recall, I think two cars passed me, so wasn't exactly a busy road.

It was a great ride though. For part of the ride I was out running a wicked lightening storm. I could see the lightening on the other side of the road, when I was gassing up. A group of Harley riders came in and even with rain gear;they looked like drowned rats.

Although the road was wet at times, I managed to beat the storm without running out of gas:)

That ride on 75 to Stanley and Hwy 21 through the mountains to Boise was one of my more memorable rides. Fantastic riding!