Today's ride was one of the best to date. Not the most beautiful scenery, but something about the mood, the chemistry, the "nothingness" of western Utah and eastern Nevada. And, maybe because we're finishing up our first week, and we'll soon be in California, where Rt. 50 ends. Because is was a comparatively short ride, we just rolled with the punches when Bob's bike ran out of gas about 13 miles short of Ely. Jim stayed there with him, while Curt, Kevin, and I rode to Ely to get a can of gas for him. Fortunately, the weather was very mild and comfortable, so it wasn't like any of us were baking in the heat.
Who owns all this land? Our country is incredibly large when seen on a motorcycle. You can see 360 degrees around you, and 90 degrees straight up. And, you can smell things you miss in a car...some not very pleasant, but others very cool, like today when we reached one of the summits. There was that very special smell of pine. It reminded me of Christmas when I was a child. Nevada is kind of barren, but its emptiness carries with it its own unique beauty.
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| We stopped on the side of the road to look ahead of us... |
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| We could see the road we were on stretching out in front of us as far as we could see |
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| Not another car on the road for at least 30 minutes. Curt decided to sit on the centerline of the highway |
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| Jim decided to pretend he was road kill. |
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| Curt, entering Nevada |
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| Bob posing for the Mr Nevada Playgirl Calendar |
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| Me entering Nevada |
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