533 Miles or 590 today if you trust the Triumph Odometer.
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It was going to be a long day so I tried to get up with the sun. I unloaded the Triumph and was absolutely shocked that my street tires gripped and the trump road right up the hill I had hidden the bike beneath!
I knew I'd be stopping as little as possible so I rode down into Bridgeport to catch a breakfast and GIANT coffee at the same place we had days before.
I said hello to the Rhino for Scuba Steve. She's waiting there for you! Your prison guard of a woman is waiting for you. (No seriously, that's what she did for work)
I blasted along the 120. This highway is empty and the road is perfectly kept up. The whoop-de-dews are pretty fun. You'll catch just enough air to loose your stomach going about 90.
I gassed up and headed for Tonopah, NV. It got hot almost as soon as I had entered Nevada again. Damn.
On the upside, as I rolled into Tonopah I found the place that NO ONE could ever sleep well for fear of evil murdering clowns getting you.
Welcome, sleep well until Pennywise get's you!
Murdering Clown Motel Office.
As I left Tonopah I knew it might be a little while until I saw a gas station, building or even another car again soon, but I had no idea how long.
This is where I wouldn't mind a bike that could go really really fast. There is only so long you can stare at a road this straight!
At the one turn I'd make for 200 miles I saw this trickling hot spring.
It was nice and warm!
Not doing so well out here.
Next gas 111 miles... Hmmm. I had already done 53 since Tonopah. The range of the Triumph is about 150 miles. This could get fun trying to make it to 164 miles. At least I had a few hours to think about it!
I could look out for ET!
Because of the gas situation I rode at 70mph to get the best mileage possible. 70 had never seemed so slow. It was painful to not goose the throttle and go a little faster.
If I ever see this view again it may be too soon. Don't get me wrong, in a weird way it was fun. I like having the odds against me.
I did get to see 4 other cars along the road over those few hours. 2 going my way and 2 going the other way...
I flipped over to the reserve tank... No town in sight.
Finally I came to an intersection. A real life intersection!! Well, it was exciting at the time...
Now the only problem was that the little town that supposedly has gas was still 12 more miles and it was in the wrong direction.
Well I made it just barely to Alamo, NV. I filled up the tank and turned around to head toward Caliente, NV.
The road was just as boring, but knowing gas was close I could ride a bit more briskly.
The best sight of the day was this... Cedary City, Utah! There was color, mountains and cool weather!
I grabbed some gas and gut rot food before heading up and over the 14.
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