Went Bonus hunting with Brian for Wild Wild West. This was last month, but the pictures and the ride report were to be kept secret till after the Rally was over. I took hundreds of pictures, but I won't be posting a lot of them, this is a selected photo tour (but still very picture heavy).
DAY 1:
We pulled the bikes out for an "early" start. What is it light out already? Damn alarm clock!
We decided to get riding first and have breakfast somewhere along the way.
Here is Brian fueling up to mix fresh gas with a couple of months old gas! He had been busy and had not been riding much since his cross country run to Jacksonville, Florida and then to Michigan before coming back home to Nevada.
Brian didn't do the stretching exercises recommended by the gas station. "Loosen up while you fill up". Maybe if we were driving a car...
On our way towards Fallon.
First stop of the day was Sand Mountain to bag our first bonus of the day.
This dirt road leading to Sand Mountain was super bumpy and almost killed my Satellite Radio (almost) - the first of many troubles to plague me that day.
Some pics of the Pony Express station at Sand Mountain.
Of course there was a fly-by for the King of Fernley.
Some wildlife was in attendance too. It was very well camouflaged.
Dirt bikes on the mountain...
Breakfast time! Middlegate, my favorite Breakfast and Lunch stop in Nevada!
Nice TV! :^)
Good eatin' (best of the trip) in the middle of nowhere.
After breakfast we stopped by the shoe tree near Middlegate.
I would slow down to take pictures and Brian would get lost in the horizon... then I would take my time catching up, this went on all day long...
We bagged a few more bonuses along the way, but this bonus location had a great backdrop.
Somewhere after this point I think - the satellite radio antenna came loose and went flying (but was still tethered by the antenna cord), the mounting nut went flying too after it but I caught it in mid-air.
On our way to Eureka...
Stopped in Eureka for a bit. I needed Gas, Brian didn't.
On our way to Ely, would have lost him in the horizon again if it weren't for the car...
Sorry no pics of the whorehouses, but we had lunch at the local Subway and there was some good "scenery" (not local).
We were headed towards the Utah border. Brian didn't run away this time.
Up closer..
We are in Utah (time to find me a couple of wives!). Did see one prospect at the subway in Ely with some very nice Hootah's. Brian approved!
We had been screwing around too much and the day was getting long in the tooth, the shadows were getting long too...
We had one last stop to make at Mountain Meadows where the Mormons massacred a group of Pilgrims. This place gave me the Jeebies...
We took the dirt road to the memorial.
Even though they perished horribly some of them live on through their descendants.
It was eerie to know that the massacred occurred in the meadow over there.
Destination of the day St. George Motel 6. About 637 miles this day the last 45 minutes or so in the dark, where I got to compare the headlight output from Brian's supremely farkled ST to my OSRAM Nightbreaker equipped FJR. Needless to say there wasn't much of a competition there, I felt like I didn't even have my headlights switched on! Although Brian later commented that if felt like I had my brights on all the time ( I didn't I was running low beams all day), so it seems those Nightbreakers do put out much more light than the Stock lights. However, nowhere near enough to make me feel comfortable with night riding.
We had dinner at a Mexican restaurant somewhat like Chipotle, it was all right. No more pictures till the next morning, hung out with Brian as he smoked his Cigar and unwinded for the day. We had lost an hour coming into the Mountain time zone in Utah, it was later than we felt it was, I went to bed at about 11PM, we were planning an easy start at 8AM mountain time the next day.
DAY 1:
We pulled the bikes out for an "early" start. What is it light out already? Damn alarm clock!
We decided to get riding first and have breakfast somewhere along the way.
Here is Brian fueling up to mix fresh gas with a couple of months old gas! He had been busy and had not been riding much since his cross country run to Jacksonville, Florida and then to Michigan before coming back home to Nevada.
Brian didn't do the stretching exercises recommended by the gas station. "Loosen up while you fill up". Maybe if we were driving a car...
On our way towards Fallon.
First stop of the day was Sand Mountain to bag our first bonus of the day.
This dirt road leading to Sand Mountain was super bumpy and almost killed my Satellite Radio (almost) - the first of many troubles to plague me that day.
Some pics of the Pony Express station at Sand Mountain.
Of course there was a fly-by for the King of Fernley.
Some wildlife was in attendance too. It was very well camouflaged.
Dirt bikes on the mountain...
Breakfast time! Middlegate, my favorite Breakfast and Lunch stop in Nevada!
Nice TV! :^)
Good eatin' (best of the trip) in the middle of nowhere.
After breakfast we stopped by the shoe tree near Middlegate.
I would slow down to take pictures and Brian would get lost in the horizon... then I would take my time catching up, this went on all day long...
We bagged a few more bonuses along the way, but this bonus location had a great backdrop.
Somewhere after this point I think - the satellite radio antenna came loose and went flying (but was still tethered by the antenna cord), the mounting nut went flying too after it but I caught it in mid-air.
On our way to Eureka...
Stopped in Eureka for a bit. I needed Gas, Brian didn't.
On our way to Ely, would have lost him in the horizon again if it weren't for the car...
Sorry no pics of the whorehouses, but we had lunch at the local Subway and there was some good "scenery" (not local).
We were headed towards the Utah border. Brian didn't run away this time.
Up closer..
We are in Utah (time to find me a couple of wives!). Did see one prospect at the subway in Ely with some very nice Hootah's. Brian approved!
We had been screwing around too much and the day was getting long in the tooth, the shadows were getting long too...
We had one last stop to make at Mountain Meadows where the Mormons massacred a group of Pilgrims. This place gave me the Jeebies...
We took the dirt road to the memorial.
Even though they perished horribly some of them live on through their descendants.
It was eerie to know that the massacred occurred in the meadow over there.
Destination of the day St. George Motel 6. About 637 miles this day the last 45 minutes or so in the dark, where I got to compare the headlight output from Brian's supremely farkled ST to my OSRAM Nightbreaker equipped FJR. Needless to say there wasn't much of a competition there, I felt like I didn't even have my headlights switched on! Although Brian later commented that if felt like I had my brights on all the time ( I didn't I was running low beams all day), so it seems those Nightbreakers do put out much more light than the Stock lights. However, nowhere near enough to make me feel comfortable with night riding.
We had dinner at a Mexican restaurant somewhat like Chipotle, it was all right. No more pictures till the next morning, hung out with Brian as he smoked his Cigar and unwinded for the day. We had lost an hour coming into the Mountain time zone in Utah, it was later than we felt it was, I went to bed at about 11PM, we were planning an easy start at 8AM mountain time the next day.