I recently took a few days to ride down and meet the SWFOG gang
in Page and do a little riding with them.
Then I lingered in Southern Utah for a couple of days, rode down to Las Vegas,
and then up through Nevada and home.
I'd been through the area a few times before, but if you like riding a motorcycle,
it's a place a fellow could happily spend a lot of time exploring. So I did.
Here then, is my picture report of the ride.
I left Sacramento in the wee hours Friday morning, having had to work the day before,
and therefore not being able to join the SWFOG happening when it began on Thursday.
I probably didn't miss much.
All they do is drink and smoke cigars and pick on civilized folk.
My first fill-up, before heading up the mountain and into Nevada.
By the way, there'll be a LOT of pictures in this report.
I'm really fond of Highway 50 through the Silver State.
Most everyone has seen plenty of photos of this stretch.
But here are a couple more. Somewhere on the "Loneliest Road".
(You can stop out here, and often sit for long periods without another vehicle coming by.)
My first day was all about making time, so I didn't do much stopping.
Got to Cedar City, in southern Utah, checked into a motel, and rested up in preparation
for meeting the "boys" the next morning for a ride through Zion.
Oh, the anticipation.
KFC and a couple of brews in the room, and I was dead to the world by sundown.
Day TWO!
Up at dawn, a hearty breakfast at IHOP, and on the road.
I rode east on 14 (my first of what would be three runs over this stretch in the next few days)...
Nice sky I think.
...to Long Valley Junction, then down 89 to Mt. Carmel Junction.
There I waited for the SW Effers to arrive...
They were late. Probably hung over.
Very good seeing some old friends, and finally meeting some other folks.
Beemerdons gathered everyone, said some swear words, ........
...and we were off to see the sights! Here are a bunch of pictures I took of our ride.
Not all in order. (Some of these were lifted from my disk, and posted elsewhere already.
Sorry. There'll be litigationing.)
"Don't look. Are they still behind us?"
Lots of folks out riding these parts.
Oh, please...
Stopped for lunch at a little place that serves buffalo stuff. "Everything but the hump."
Don had staked it out.
Leave it to a Robusto. Lucy Lu waits patiently.
I had only iced tea, as I'd just eaten a big breakfast, but the food looked delicious. The poor fellow
who ran the place was by himself, and we overwhelmed him I think. But he hustled through,
and got everyone fed.
It was good getting to know some of the guys. What a bunch.
After Zion and lunch, it was back up to Cedar City, in the bright midday sun ....
...and back over the mountains, through the autumn countryside.
Lotsa left turns, huh?
Then down to Kanab, out across the desert, and back to Page for dinner at the Marriott.
I'll refer y'all to some of the other SWFOG ride reports for pics of the evening's festivities.
After an excellent dinner, and dispensing of swag,
(I won some valve stems from BikeEffects! Thanks Jeff!), a good many of the
attendees migrated to room 106, where Niehart was running an illicit bar and cigar orgy.
Just one photo of the horrors there.
Scary ****, isn't it?
Day THREE.
By the time I stumbled from my room the next morning, the parking lot was almost empty of bikes.
SWFOG was over. Now I had a few days to wander and take photos. Gonna be great.
I'll get that part done tomorrow. Some really neat stuff.
Thanks for taking the time so far. 'night.
in Page and do a little riding with them.
Then I lingered in Southern Utah for a couple of days, rode down to Las Vegas,
and then up through Nevada and home.
I'd been through the area a few times before, but if you like riding a motorcycle,
it's a place a fellow could happily spend a lot of time exploring. So I did.
Here then, is my picture report of the ride.
I left Sacramento in the wee hours Friday morning, having had to work the day before,
and therefore not being able to join the SWFOG happening when it began on Thursday.
I probably didn't miss much.
All they do is drink and smoke cigars and pick on civilized folk.
My first fill-up, before heading up the mountain and into Nevada.
By the way, there'll be a LOT of pictures in this report.
I'm really fond of Highway 50 through the Silver State.
Most everyone has seen plenty of photos of this stretch.
But here are a couple more. Somewhere on the "Loneliest Road".
(You can stop out here, and often sit for long periods without another vehicle coming by.)
My first day was all about making time, so I didn't do much stopping.
Got to Cedar City, in southern Utah, checked into a motel, and rested up in preparation
for meeting the "boys" the next morning for a ride through Zion.
Oh, the anticipation.
KFC and a couple of brews in the room, and I was dead to the world by sundown.
Day TWO!
Up at dawn, a hearty breakfast at IHOP, and on the road.
I rode east on 14 (my first of what would be three runs over this stretch in the next few days)...
Nice sky I think.
...to Long Valley Junction, then down 89 to Mt. Carmel Junction.
There I waited for the SW Effers to arrive...
They were late. Probably hung over.
Very good seeing some old friends, and finally meeting some other folks.
Beemerdons gathered everyone, said some swear words, ........
...and we were off to see the sights! Here are a bunch of pictures I took of our ride.
Not all in order. (Some of these were lifted from my disk, and posted elsewhere already.
Sorry. There'll be litigationing.)
"Don't look. Are they still behind us?"
Lots of folks out riding these parts.
Oh, please...
Stopped for lunch at a little place that serves buffalo stuff. "Everything but the hump."
Don had staked it out.
Leave it to a Robusto. Lucy Lu waits patiently.
I had only iced tea, as I'd just eaten a big breakfast, but the food looked delicious. The poor fellow
who ran the place was by himself, and we overwhelmed him I think. But he hustled through,
and got everyone fed.
It was good getting to know some of the guys. What a bunch.
After Zion and lunch, it was back up to Cedar City, in the bright midday sun ....
...and back over the mountains, through the autumn countryside.
Lotsa left turns, huh?
Then down to Kanab, out across the desert, and back to Page for dinner at the Marriott.
I'll refer y'all to some of the other SWFOG ride reports for pics of the evening's festivities.
After an excellent dinner, and dispensing of swag,
(I won some valve stems from BikeEffects! Thanks Jeff!), a good many of the
attendees migrated to room 106, where Niehart was running an illicit bar and cigar orgy.
Just one photo of the horrors there.
Scary ****, isn't it?
Day THREE.
By the time I stumbled from my room the next morning, the parking lot was almost empty of bikes.
SWFOG was over. Now I had a few days to wander and take photos. Gonna be great.
I'll get that part done tomorrow. Some really neat stuff.
Thanks for taking the time so far. 'night.
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