R3T on the Loneliest Highway in America

Guys a complete TOSSER...

I agree! (And I'm not even sure what a tosser is.)

Some great quotes from this tool (tosser translated to American):

There is a big piece of machinery throbbing between my thights.
Bigger and better than the younger guy/poorer guy has.
That makes me "King of the Road."
You can't see wrinkles under the levers?
A way to get the virility, the sexual prowess back.
All this sexual power wrapped in a black leather jacket.

Who is this guy?!

Thanks, that was some classic stuff.
 
**** aint nothing safe anymore that was just about the only shade for miles
 
Bloke is a complete wanker .. smirking away at his own idiotic statements. One of the Worlds leading authorities on having large throbbing things between his thighs ... sounds about right
 
The Berlin Ichthyosaur state park is interesting. Several ichthyosaurs beached themselves like whales and fossilized. It is northeast of Tonopah about 40 miles, but you may have to travel on some dirt roads to get there, at least that is what I remember. You really should be on a Tiger or GS1200 for that kind of trip though.
 
Day 1: San Diego to Ely (Ee-lee)

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About 570 miles of easy riding today.

The I-15 is nothing but a fast burn from San Berdoo to Barstow to Baker. Nothing to see here, folks. Get your gas and move along. I kept the speed between 70 and 75 most of the way, but there was a sweet spot at 80. Not much traffic. The R3T is just purring like a (very, very big) kitten).

The weather was brisk the entire way. It was foggy and misty over the Cleighorn Pass but no rain otherwise. It was 70 degrees when I rode through Las Vegas at 10:30.

I dropped onto the 93 North off of the 15 a bit past Vegas. What a cool, straight road through the high desert that is. A rider could, if he was so inclined, ride "hands free" for 13.5 miles. Longer really, but it gets boring after that. Ask me how I know that.

A gas station clerk in Alamo, Nevada warned me to watch out for the snow. I asked him it it had been snowing. "No, but you should be careful, anyhow." Sage advice. I did see snow at the 7,000' level. It was a bit chillier, too. But my gear did fine so I was OK.

Speaking of gear: I wore my Triumph jacket and over-pants. They're tough, waterproof, warm and have protective armour built in. My Sidi Canyon Gore-Tex boots and Road Gear "Boss" gloves were also warm and comfortable. The Nolan helmet with Cardo-Scala BlueTooth was perfect and provided me with some rockin' road tunes courtesy of the (140) MP3s in my Garmin Zumo GPS.

I settled into the funky (and apparently historic) Hotel Nevada at 3pm after a 571 mile ride.

Ely, right on Highway 50, sits at about 6,200' and looks like it may get some snow tonight. We'll see...

Great riding so far.
 
Last time I was at June Mountain skiing we stopped in at Bishop they have a little bread shop that had some yummy yummy stuff and lots of free samples, enjoy the trip.

Yes, I've been there! I was planning to stop at the Jerky Store (really good jerky --everything but roadkill...and they just might carry that. Will try to stop by that bakery...right off the main drag if I remember right.

The weather will dictate what route I take. If the 395 is snowed in (I didn't bring snow chains!) I may have to take Highway 6 back from Reno and miss Mammoth.
 
Day 2: Ely, NV to Bishop, CA

This turned out to be a great day of riding! Just under 500 miles (with only 350 planned).

Would love to tell you that I saw lot of interesting stuff but it was not much more than high desert scrub brush and miles of lonely backroads. And I love that.

I left Ely at 7am on a beautiful clear, crisp morning. The sun was shining and the sky was blue and it was a brisk 46 degrees. Lovely riding weather. I passed exactly one car between Ely and Eureka. I stopped in for breakfast at a local diner/casino where the locals proved that Eureka is indeed the "friendliest town on the loneliest road." A couple guys stopped and asked me about my Triumph and told me about their bikes. This is something I enjoy the most about riding through the US--talking to the locals. I never fail to learn something new about a town from the good folks who stop by to chat and discuss motorcycles.

I realized quickly that most of today's ride would be above the 6,000' level. I never lost sight of the tall, snow-covered mountains to my front and sides. I skirted those beautiful mountains all day...and believe me, I felt their presence.

I saw the foundations of long-deserted dwellings on my way to Austin. Some were marked as historical; others just stood sadly by the side of the road. What they might've been is anyone's guess. About 20 miles east of Austin I pulled off to see the Hickison petroglyphs. There's a small, unhosted site 1/2 mile off the highway down a gravel road (motorcycles be warned). Really not too much to see as the pictographs are faded and the petroglyphs are pretty much worn off. The UFO carved into the sandstone was as amusing as it was distasteful. That was an interesting 15 minutes.

I gassed up in Austin and received my one and only stamp in my Highway 50 Survival Guide from a nice young lady at the Chevron there. As I was leaving she ran out and asked if I was continuing west. When I confirmed that I was, she warned me to watch for black ice on the New Pass...a location that rarely sees sunlight. Very kind of her to pass along that info.

I had been told of a bypass shortly after Austin--the 722. I decided to stay on the 50 and soak up as much loneliness as I could stand. I didn't see anything too exciting, though. Maybe the 722 would have been a better idea. Next time...

Again, nothing too exciting between Austin and Fallon. I passed by Sand Mountain but didn't hear the Singing Sands. Maybe they rest their vocal chords on Sundays?

Fallon was by far the biggest of the towns on the 50 thus far. It appeared to be a booming metropolis of cowboys and ranchers. I think I even saw a WalMart. I continued on to Dayton where the speed limits are artificially low. Try driving 25 MPH for 5 miles. I guess towns are trying to boost their revenues in tough times but I don't like it. Caravans of slow-moving vehicles looked on as other drivers were being targeted in speed traps along Dayton's borders. No good.

From there I reached Carson City in no time. The wind was blowing and the air was chilly. My Aerostich heated vest kept me warm the whole ride...though my toes were a bit cold.


Once I arrived to Carson City I decided I was way too early to check in to a hotel and I still wanted to ride some more. So I continued on the 50 then turned south on the 395 and rode 200 miles to Bishop. Brrrrr! It's cold above 8,000 feet.

There was a slew of signs warning of icy/slippery roads. And I saw two snow plows coming down the hill. Well, the road wasn't closed so off I went. I have always loved snow in the pines and it smelled great as I zipped over the passes. My tires got a little squirelly on some ice/gravel/snow but nothing major. Out of Nevada and back into CommieFornia.

I arrived to Bishop at 5:30, just as it was getting dark. I found a hotel with parking right in front of my room and called it a day. That makes for a much shorter ride home tomorrow.

All in all it was a fine day of riding. Some may not enjoy the monotony of a road like the 50, but I just loved it. I listed to my music or sorted out the thoughts in my messed-up head and soaked up the high desert scenery. Lovely.

Here is a selection of the tunes I enjoyed today:

Sleeping Monkey: Phish
The Window: Steve Miller
Every day is like Sunday: Morrissey
24 hours at a Time: Marshall Tucker
I want to go to the Sun: Peter Frampton
6 days on the Road: Dave Dudley
Back home Again: The Mahomes
And a mess of old blues (RL Burnside, Johnny Copeland, Son Seals, Melvin Taylor)

I'll wrap up Day 3 tomorrow.