Day 15: The Loneliest Road in America


The “loneliest road in America” was what I headed out on about 7:45 this morning. Highway 50. From Delta Utah to the Nevada border there was 83 miles of nothing: no houses, gas stations or anything. Long straight road. I tested out Big Red and she got up to 105 mph before she started to wobble. She still had more throttle left. The road snaked through canyons and then slowly I crossed into Nevada and stopped to fuel up. Talked with two other bikers, Stella and Paris, who were traveling around for a month. Nice name, Paris. I ought to start using my alias: Dutch.
I’ve got more lonely ahead as the loneliest road continues to Carson City.
I have nine mountain summits to cross in the next 285 miles just to reach Fernley
Stay tuned.

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