The Final Stretch – Utah and Back
Worried about my sick dog, I decided to spend all day Saturday riding home. After a pleasant night’s sleep in a hotel just west of Boise I headed north of 55 bright and early, for my final stretch of really nice riding. The road followed a…
Arco and World’s First Nuclear Power Plant – Utah and Back
After a few days resting at the grandparents’ house, playing cards, eating barbeque and relaxing, it was time to get back on the road. Unfortunately, getting back on the road involved more interstate travel. Up I-80 before I could turn off into some decent back…
Utah Dinosaur Park – Utah and Back
If you are reading this and wondering why my road trip involved going from Washington to Utah, the reason is my grandparents live in Ogden, a little city northeast of Salt Lake City. And, before you ask, no they are not Mormon. Besides conservative Mormons,…
The Nevada Interstate Wait – Utah and Back
After reaching Nevada I jumped on to I-80, a long stretch of interstate to take me into Utah. There was no way I was going to make it to Utah, or I should say, there was no way my ass could take making it to…
Gas – Utah and Back
Leaving Burns, Oregon there is a hundred and some odd mile stretch of roadway. The road is fantastic but has one flaw. The flaw is not much selection of gasoline. According to the map, there is a junction called Burns Junction. Since it is an…
Alone with Your Thoughts – Utah and Back
One thing about being on a motorcycle road trip by yourself is you spend a lot of time alone with your thoughts. Yes, you can put some headphones in and rock out, or lean your crotch against the vibrating tank, but both those only last…
Burn – Utah and Back
Back on Highway 20, I headed east to a little town called Burn, where I found that I was getting tired of riding and in need of a place to sleep; I stopped at the Best Western, where they wanted to charge me way more…
The Shoe Tree – Utah and Back
Passing through Bend, Oregon and following the long roads lined with yellows and brown shades of possibly living plant life, I found a little town called Alfalfa. Not much interesting to see, but as I followed the road east where a dirt road called Willows…
Ouch My Balls – Utah and Back
I don’t understand what BMW was thinking with the design of the seat on my bike. I realize they are German and have a different level of what they consider comfortable, but the seat on that thing is ridiculous. Besides being super hard on my scrawny…
The Portland Zig-Zag – Utah and Back
After spending an evening in Portland, at a posh hotel, visiting the coolest bookstore (Powell’s), eating some good food, and discussing life’s plans with a girl I was hoping to get to know better someday, it was time to be getting back on the road….
