Pictures From The Road |

Some times the road just calls . Some listen , some don"t even think about it . They just go . Sometimes they travel alone . Other times they have friends or family answering the same calling , riding along . Sometimes the hours pass by and no one speaks . Hundreds of miles and not one thought , or maybe a thousand . You have turned off the cell phone , the navigation and radio and listen only to the sound of the your motor's peaceful rumble . It's hot but you don't care . You haven't had a drink of water for a while . The sun beats down and redness sets in on your face and your eyes begin to dry from the desert wind cutting over your shield . You can taste the sand by the roadside on your tongue and you smile . You just smile .

This is
one of my good riding buddies , Mr. D.A. and I at Red Rock Natl . Monument

Riding Anywhere Always

Weapon of Choice 1997 BMW R100RT

November 2006 Ride to Washington ( from the garage )

Spent the night in Coos Bay Oregon heading back to Nevada I had to wait until 10 a.m. because it was 28 degrees F !

The grueling ride of a lifetime

I know some find it difficult to imagine why a man would want to take off in perfectly sunny south western skies in November to drive nearly thirteen-hundred miles for Thanksgiving on a motorcycle . It's so much faster in a plane right ? Well believe it or not I chose to drive the BMW solo all the way to the pacific NW for Turkey !

First day didn't get out of Vegas until 4 p.m. and headed for Central California , forgetting that in the winter the San Quaquin Valley is all fogged in at night and I had to make north of Sacramento . Long day but made it to my friend's house in Yuba City and got a couple hours sleep before heading out next day .

When finally I got on the road and headed for the Sisikou Mountains it soon became apparent that it would once again be a very long night ! The de-icer truck slowed down in front of me . A couple more miles and cars and trucks were doing the 360 dance . I was hit hard by snow and was losing traction and vision due to the fact the snow was building up on my windshield and face shield so fast . I flipped up the face shield and was struck by an iced pie in the face ! Just like in an old comedy movie but I wasn't laughing at all . I learned that night the only thing a man can do when given the choice of laying along the road crying and wetting his pants in fear , or simply pressing on the best he can - I decided to get the bike off to the side of the road and go 20 mph all the rest of the way into Ashland Oregon . I eventually made it clear to Southerlin Oregon that night . Found a thirty-five dollar room and slept in my clothes .

The Turkey was excellent !