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'73 Honeymoon
« on: June 15, 2011, 09:55:08 pm »
Long story short, me and my chica are getting hitched, and for our honeymoon we're going cross-country on our bikes.  I've got my 750 and she's got her 350G, both bikes are '73, though mine's a bunch of different years.  As one of the best wedding presents ever, her brother is shipping our bikes out to California, so "all we have to do is ride them home to Chicago". 

We'll be starting out near LA, eventually trying to hit the Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon, and maybe even Death Valley.  Eventually we'd like to head through the Rockies, then to Sturgis, then home without riding through Nebraska.  Long story about that one.  We leave on July 1st. 

I suppose this is my way of soliciting free advice from local SOHC types about what to see, how to get there and what do at X place or state.  If we're unlucky, it could be more about trying to buy cheap parts.  As payment for such free advice and/or help, I'll try and post pictures and stories of gross mechanical incompetence, poor planning and entertaining drunkenness. 

The fun has already begun, my new tires were supposed to be mounted on my bike yesterday, but a local shop is taking a bit longer than expected.  If I'm lucky, I'll get them tomorrow.  I'll then have from 7pm to 9am to mount them, replace the exhaust, mount trip gear, fix a lingering misfire and see if my first ever fork rebuild worked.  Fun.

In the opposite corner, Nic's 350 is immaculate, and needs no work at all.  Its a damn time machine, even still has the clear warning sticker on the gas tank.  Assuming all goes well with the bikes and the ride, she'll be the hero of the trip.  Thousands of marginally talented riders have ridden cross country on 750's, so I'm not much to impress.  But if the vibration and electrics hold up on her 350 twin (like they should, we've checked), she's golden.

Anyway, thought I'd start a thread while I had a rare free evening.  I'm convinced wedding planning is marriage's first real test.  Why one's heterosexual life should start with planning the gayest themed event ever is beyond me.  None of my gay friends would pick pastel arabesque designs to signify a committed relationship, why should I?

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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #1 on: June 16, 2011, 04:22:41 am »


Congrats on the upcoming nuptials Skonnie! While I don't have any travel tips for you, I will say it sounds like one cool trip to start out on!  ;) ;D 8)
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #2 on: June 16, 2011, 04:49:41 am »
Sounds like you're a real risk taker. I'm not talking about the trip but the marriage.

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« Reply #3 on: June 16, 2011, 04:55:18 am »
Sounds great!

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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #4 on: June 17, 2011, 01:49:38 pm »
Sounds like you're a real risk taker. I'm not talking about the trip but the marriage.

I dunno, I think we hedged our bets.  After all, we both our own bikes.  We could ride off and tell the other person to #$%* off.  Better that than riding two up. 

Also, we plan on drinking heavily, so that should keep the stress level low.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #5 on: July 05, 2011, 11:40:13 pm »
Just saw this, sounds like a great trip.  If you plan on being in the Yellowstone area you HAVE to stop here at this hot spring.  Between Gardiner and the Mammoth entrance to the park on 89.  No signs just a parking area on the east side of the road just south of the bridge.  It is north of the campground outside Mammoth, but less than halfway to Gardiner which is 5 miles north of Mammoth. Short hike from the parking area.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #6 on: July 05, 2011, 11:56:41 pm »
So now we're hitched.  It would seem that the first trial of marriage is planning the marriage itself.  I'm not even broaching the issue of gay marriage, but why the union of a man and woman should involve pastel colors and lace pattern motifs is beyond me.  Regardless, we got right with the lord while getting drunk and getting down with family and friends.  Time to honeymoon.

We left Chicago at 6am on friday, and flew to LA to rendezvous with Nic's brother in Lake Arrowhead.  He graciously shipped our bikes there, so that we may start the trip in the most scenic place possible.  This way, if our bikes break down, it will hopefully happen in a less scenic place down the road, closer to home.  The bikes arrive mostly unharmed and in good shape.  I have an exhaust leak on the 2 cylinder, but decide against a tough helicoil.  I guess I'll chance it and live with a bit of popping and occasional backfiring upon downshifting.  As usual, Nic's 350 is fine, and just needs gas.

There seems to be a bit of a heatwave, so we scratch Death Valley off the itinerary, but it hardly matters.  After half a day of lovely curves on Hwy. 18 and 38 by Big Bear Lake, we start shadowing I-10 towards Cabazon.  Its about 100º, and soon starts hitting 110º as we approach Palm Springs.  Its close to untenable, even with the new white textile riding gear we just got.  We see the dinosaurs at Cabazon, and manage to make to a Palm Springs before any heat-induced vomiting and fainting can begin.

Nic's fading fast, so I stop at the first Hotel I see, which turns out to abandoned.  Or not, as the proprietor comes out and tries to sell us on his motel with water-less pool.  We find better accommodations down the street, and recover from the heat with pool-based beer drinking.  To try to save ourselves, we wake up at 6am to try and take advantage of the morning cool, to avoid riding when the sun is at its most brutal. 

After Palm Springs, we're off to - well, we're not sure.  The heat sucks so bad, we don't know what we can take and what's too much.  Fortunately, I talk Nic into trying Hwy 62, which will eventually take us 120 miles to Parker, AZ.  100 of these miles will be without gas stations, or any kind of civilization.  Best to just hunker down and do it, though Nic starts having serious doubts around mile 20.  I'm freaked out too, but since I convinced her to do this I pretend like its nothing.  We encounter 110º heat and a few raindrops, believe it or not, and manage to reach the Hwy. 95 junction, and a gas station.  Hallelujah.

We're soon in Parker, AZ, home to really mundane Mexican food, and best beer I've had in years.  Although the locals would beg to differ, we feel like we just cheated death.  My bike's got a bit of camchain noise and a bad front wheel imbalance.  Nic's bike just needed gas, as usual. 

1. Nic in her bro's garage, about to leave.
2. Big Bear Lake, CA in the background.
3. Me underneath where Brontosaurus balls would be, Cabazon, CA.  These are the dinosaurs in Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #7 on: July 06, 2011, 12:00:59 am »
Just saw this, sounds like a great trip.  If you plan on being in the Yellowstone area you HAVE to stop here at this hot spring.  Between Gardiner and the Mammoth entrance to the park on 89.  No signs just a parking area on the east side of the road just south of the bridge.  It is north of the campground outside Mammoth, but less than halfway to Gardiner which is 5 miles north of Mammoth. Short hike from the parking area.


Not sure if we're heading to Yellowstone, but we do plan on camping as much as possible once we escape this heat.  Thanks for the tip.  Can't wait to be in more midwest climes.  Triple digits are doing a number on us.  Last time I did this sort of thing it was too cold, maybe the next big trip will be juuuussst right.  That's the Goldilocks theory anyway.  Hope you're well, srust58.  How's that SS holding up?
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #8 on: July 06, 2011, 12:19:57 am »
Awesome, Good luck!
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #9 on: July 06, 2011, 05:06:31 pm »
You are a bit south of my old stomping grounds of  South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Oregon, and Northern California so I can't offer much in places to go at this point.  It looks a bit hot down there and hopefully you avoided the dust storms.   Come north if it gets too hot.  Anyhow I will be following the trip and you can always ride "b!tch" on the back of Nic's bike if yours gives you too much grief. ;D

Oh and kudos to Nic for doing the trip and on a twin too.  I took my XS650 twin on many long trips and I know what that's all about. ;D

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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #10 on: July 11, 2011, 11:29:44 pm »
Sunburned greetings and mildly buzzed hellos from the land of 3.2% beer and sugary treats.  We are presently in Loa, UT, so named by christian missionaries who helped "civilize" Hawaii.  How did we get here?  Read on.

We leave Parker, AZ, flush with triumph at having conquered the desert, only to discover that we are still surrounded by desert.  Another weeks worth, as it turns out.  But we're getting better at dealing with the heat and decide to take short rides.  We also decide to head for water.  Lake Havasu it is. 

We find accommodations at what turns out to be a popular spot for college kids, just in time for Fourth of July.  I eat my first ever In-N-Out burger, we score beer and decide to rent a jet-ski.  There's no company, no business, just some guy who rents out his own jet-ski, with 2 minutes of safety instruction.  We take a ride along most of the lake and even ride through the London Bridge canal-type area, where Spring Break type festivities are happening.  Not less than ten boats are sponsored by various beer and liquor concerns, so you know its a party, dude.  Also, star pasties in lieu of bikini tops are very in this year.  Oh, kids.

The next day, Lake Havasu gives way to Laughlin, NV.  If it seems like we're not in an Iron-Butt mood, you're right.  I'm usually about making miles, but Nic correctly points out that we have three weeks to make these miles.  And the heat is a bit hard on us poor Midwestern types.  So leisurely it is, then.  We take Hwy 95 north, get on I-40 for 8 miles or so, and jump off at Topock in order to take Co. Hwy 10, AKA Oatman Topock Hwy.  Also known as an original stretch of Route 66.  By some act of god, its only about 90º, and some of the most amazing roads I've seen.  Curvy, over rock beds and lavender bushes, with terrifying bluffs in the background, its exactly what I had in my head when we planned this trip.  Though only 10 miles or so from towns, it feels beautifully remote.  In short, its the nothing and nowhere we've been lusting after.  Also, after 20 miles or so, there's a Wild West theme town called Oatman. 

"Wild" burros roam the street of Oatman, and the town is does fine, thanks to its tourist-friendly Wild West reputation.  As cheesy as it is, I think its awesome that several dozen people make a small living of tourist rubes like us.  The burros mostly just poop everywhere and mug for photos.  The town was used as a set for the movie "How the West was Won", so if that's not Western pedigree, I don't know what is.  We eat Burro Burgers, take pics, and head north towards what we find out to be Laughlin, NV.

Laughlin, NV. was founded by a Minnesotan in the sixties, and offers a wonderful bite-sized morsel of what the original strip in Las Vegas might have been like.  No fountains, no lame reproductions of foreign cities like New York.  Just a giant novelty riverboat, a bunch of casinos and cheap-as-hell rooms.  Its a welcome change from the life-challenging sincerity of the desert.  Cheap beer, the smell of indoor smoking and the gentle plinging of machines sucking financial means from elderly Americans.  This rocks.

Our room was $29.  I guess they thought we'd drop money at the tables, but we both know that our room rate is the only consistent way to cheat the house.  We're off To Boulder City.  For all the fun we're having, there's problems on the horizon.  My front tire is bouncing like a basketball from 25-40 mph, not sure what to do about that.  On the plus side, the stripped header mount seems to be grabbing the bolt fine with just a few globs of JB Weld, and even seems to have quieted down some.  Guess the exhaust soot must be helping to partially seal it.  But the tire is a major bummer.  That's the next adventure.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #11 on: July 11, 2011, 11:57:30 pm »
Pics.

1. The patron saint of our trip: A defaced ad for Celine Dion.  Her icy demeanor and cold business sense helped see us through the desert.
2.  Oatman, AZ.  Yes, that says, "Glory Hole".  From a more innocent time when it was a mining term.  Prolly.
3.  Nic on her 350, on Oatman-Topeck Hwy, AKA Route 66. 
4.  Japanese burros, meet real burro.
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« Reply #12 on: July 12, 2011, 09:52:10 am »
If you're still on the road I can give info on Colorado and a place to crash in Colorado Springs. I'm gone every other Th-Fr- and earlier Sa. Sturgis would be a fantastic stop over too, everyone should do it once to see the spectacle it is, just hard to find a place to stay.
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« Reply #13 on: July 14, 2011, 12:29:27 am »
That's awesome of you, I wish we were heading that direction.  I think we're clipping the NW edge of CO. and heading up to Sturgis eventually.  Like you said, we just gotta go once in our lives.  Good thing we're not going during the rally and all that.  Thanks for the offer, though.

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Next on our itinerary is St. George, UT.  We're not happy that the only way there is via interstate, but if you must take an interstate, I-15 along the Virgin River is not bad.  It cuts through towering canyons and passes through impossible edifices of rock and water.  With the load on my 750 and her 350, its all we can do to keep a steady 65mph through the pass.  Our intercoms are worthless above 55mph, and we get separated.  But as we pass the Utah border, we find each other and hit St. George.

Our mission in St. George is to find American Motorcycle and see if they can help balance my front tire.  I have no idea if they're any good, but their website claims they're friendly to non-American bikes.  Two grizzly old dudes greet us and assure us that within an hour, all will be well.  We grab lunch, come back, pay up and all seems well until we pull away from their garage.  They've overtightened the axle nut, binding the speedo hub, so it spins with the wheel and rips out the speedo cable.  They can't do anything about the speedo cable, but at least the guys spends an hour drilling out a stripped bolt so if I find a new speedo cable, I can actually install it. 

Real salvation comes in the form of Chris at Werkstatte BMW.  Some guy at the Honda dealership mentions him by name and roughly where his shop is.  Though he works on BMWs, turns out he has a CB or two.  He sells me the speedo cable off his restored 550, throws in a few bolts, and in so doing makes the remaining 2100 miles of our honeymoon that much easier.  "That's why we wave to each other on the road", is his explanation of his kindness. 

We leave via I-15 and soon catch Hwy 9, which becomes 59, 389, then eventually Hwy. 89.  It takes us back to Arizona, but not before taking us to a few towns where plural marriage is still king.  Hildale, UT even has a cafe called the "Merry Wives", whether they meant the joke or not.  Lifestyle questions aside, the scenery becomes positively bucolic.  Giant red bluffs contrast with sparse green bushes, and tens of miles of visibility exist between such outposts.  Its a two lane heaven for riders such as ourselves.  Our bikes are basically water buffalos, so curvy roads are lost on us.  Better to just have zen-like straight roads, with little in the way of crosswinds.

Best of all, Nic's 350 finally sheds its veneer of perfection and pukes out the left baffle out the muffler.  For a time it just hangs out the muffler, like a tongue.  We stop and manage to rip it out.  The 350 now has a pleasing, sharp bark to its exhaust tone.  Five miles down the road, the 350 gives up the ghost on another section of baffle, becoming even louder. 

We reach Bryce Canyon and decamp at a cluster of Log Cabins called Harold's Inn.  Despite the innkeeper's shortness, we stay here for the next two nights.  Night two is of particular interest.  Six Japanese tourists touring the U.S. on Harleys are fascinated by our bikes.  They say that the 350's are particularly rare in Japan, seeing as how they were all imported here.  They take pictures by the score, of us and finally pictures of us with them, and leave us two origami cranes on our doorstep in the morning.  Very touching.  Obviously, we also saw Bryce Canyon and were amazed beyond words.  It also goes without saying that we paid $10 for a six pack and $6 for a box of granola bars at Ruby's, just before the park entrance.  Turns out the only people who visit the park are foreigners, who have no compunction about being fleeced by gypsy mother#$%*ers.

Lights out, time to stop keeping the wife up.  More later.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #14 on: July 18, 2011, 11:07:02 pm »
1.  The Merry Wives Cafe, in Hildale, UT.  This is a polygamist community.  You tell me who has the sense of humor here.
2.  $60 later, here's how I fix the speedo cable mount problem.  Thanks, Harley mechanics.
3.  Sometimes a rock is a tripod.  Outside Mesquite, NV.
4.  The baffles that Nic's 350 puked out, saved for posterity.  Outside of Bryce Canyon, UT.
5.  Jokes aside, if you're going to suffer 3.2% beer, might as well be a porter.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #15 on: July 19, 2011, 06:30:44 am »
Great trip so far, good luck with the rest.  I can't wait to hear more when your back in town and out to a garage night.

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« Reply #16 on: July 19, 2011, 06:40:43 am »
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« Reply #17 on: July 28, 2011, 02:52:29 pm »
We reach Bryce Canyon and decamp at a cluster of Log Cabins called Harold's Inn.  Despite the innkeeper's shortness, we stay here for the next two nights.  Night two is of particular interest.  Six Japanese tourists touring the U.S. on Harleys are fascinated by our bikes.  They say that the 350's are particularly rare in Japan, seeing as how they were all imported here.  They take pictures by the score, of us and finally pictures of us with them, and leave us two origami cranes on our doorstep in the morning.  Very touching.  Obviously, we also saw Bryce Canyon and were amazed beyond words.  It also goes without saying that we paid $10 for a six pack and $6 for a box of granola bars at Ruby's, just before the park entrance.  Turns out the only people who visit the park are foreigners, who have no compunction about being fleeced by gypsy mother#$%*ers.

Bryce Canyon is also our introduction to the 10 mile beer run, an event that will become a hallmark of our time in Utah.  Our commitment to drinking is put to the test as we hit a thunderstorm for 7 miles on our way to Panguitch for beer.  Later, we take 89 up to Koosharem, then take 24 east to Loa.  Loa is named after Mauna Loa in Hawaii, where the town founders acted as missionaries.  The name is apt, since scoring beer in Loa is about as easy as it might have been 120 years ago. 

I must head to to Bicknell, some 8 miles away, but I'm rewarded by finding a decent porter called Cherny.  I take it back to Loa and the place we're staying in called the "Snuggle Inn".  Basic maintenance and beer drinking take place in the parking lot, where we discover Nic's right rear shock mount is missing a bolt.  We have no idea how long its been missing, and start to wonder aloud how far one might safely travel with said bolt missing when a toothless knight in shining armor arrives in a late 80's Bronco.  Jeff pulls over and asks if we need help, because, 1. We might need help and, 2. We are the only thing happening in Loa at 8:30pm.  Jeff leads us to his garage, and finds a bolt for Nic.  Jeff is a magnificent human being, won't even take a fivesky for his troubles.  He's basically the town mechanic.  I ask him what his rate is.  $20 an hour, but most people pay him what they can.  I tell him that most mechanics make $90 or more in Chicago.  "Yeah, well…" he says, then looks away.

The next day we take Hwy. 72 up to I-70, where we grab Hwy. 10 to Price, UT.  Hwy. 72 is astounding, as if you took the Swiss Alps and stretched them out on a canvas and denuded them of people.  We reach a peak whose name I forget at 9,100 feet, and within half an hour we're in what seems like light desert again.  The exciting part of this stretch is that we keep a thunderstorm to our west for the better part of three hours.  Lightning strikes, but it seems several miles away, so we press ahead.  I feel like I'm pushing my bike at 75mph, but then Nic passes me.  Guess I'm not pushing my bike at all, actually.

We hit Price, and the state liquor store.  I find a few bottles of Little Kings, which I haven't seen in years.  And, of course, blessed hard liquor.  You just can't have a hard day's travel without hard liquor at the end of it.  For close to a week, we have been on land that sanctifies the right of the individual to create and make their way through this world.  In matters of hunting, life, love and home-building, these people are best left to their own devices without government interference.  We are in a land blessedly free from any kind of oversight, in a place where freedom and responsibility are king.  Except when it comes to what we drink.  Guess we'll chalk it up to the charming ideological inconsistencies that every region has.

Due to a combination of 85 octane gas and air screws opened way up, the popping on my bike is almost gone.  Our average altitude is varying by several thousand from day to day, so it seems a bit pointless to constantly tweak and hunt for the ideal setting.  The bikes wheeze at the top of every pass, and gradually find their legs again at some point in the descent.  Its likely a phantom product of my imagination, but my 750 is getting a bit noisy.  The ideal "sewing machine" clatter is getting a bit loud, and I wonder if the tappets are out of adjustment.  But then I cock my head to the side while riding and the noises seem to diminish.  It doesn't help that the sound of Nic's baffle-less 350 weaves in and out of my ears, sometimes blending with my bike's hum, sometimes not.  Best to not worry about it, guess.  Next stop, Vernal.

Hey, we're back in Dinosaur country.  And soon we'll be in a new state…  Wyoming.  I'm looking forward to better beer already.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #18 on: July 29, 2011, 10:15:23 am »
1.  Origami cranes or swans left on our doorstep by Japanese tourists.  Bryce Canyon, UT.
2.  Had to dodge steers on private land to get this shot.  Trespassing is sometimes your best art value.  Bryce Canyon, UT.
3.  Inspiration Point, Bryce Canyon, UT.
4.  Call of the wild, inside abandoned service station.  Loa, UT.

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« Reply #19 on: August 01, 2011, 07:32:02 pm »
To Vernal, UT.

We take Hwy. 191 north through some nice brush country and winding two lane highway.  Nic has adamantly refused to entertain the idea of switching bikes, so I can only guess how her bike feels and handles.  But its safe to say that in addition to looking like a water buffalo, my bike handles like one as well.  Enough weight is positioned behind the rear wheel that a wicked wobble happens in parking lot situations.  And with the tent and sleeping bags, the aerodynamics are a bit challenging above 70mph.  In order to pass anyone, I have to do my best Tourist Trophy tuck and try to minimize the large wind footprint I bear.  The mass is probably worse than the weight, since I'm only packing about 60 lbs. or so of luggage. 

This leg of the trip is noteworthy in that Nic finally finds out how long her 350 can go before switching the petcock to reserve - exactly 110 miles. Vernal, UT immediately proves its superiority to Price, UT by displaying several large, pink plaster dinosaur statues on the way into town.  The dinosaurs are a cute reminder that more than just fossils lie buried here.  A store front bearing a large sign, "I (heart) Drilling" explains this town's economy.  At around the same time, I also put two and two together as far as to why the ubiquitous Sinclair gas stations have that dinosaur logo.  Duh, I get it.

We'd thought about continuing on to Flaming Gorge, but thunderstorms and reports of hail make Vernal our stop for the night.  We pass a bar called Gateway Saloon and Social Club that also claims to be "biker friendly".  We're hardly bikers, but we are a couple of refinement and distinction.  We'd love to have a cocktail at this social club.  Our stop here is by far the friendliest we've experienced so far.  We are besieged by free drinks and more conversation than we know what to do with.  Finally, a man named Jeff bestows a gift upon us - a new strip of duct tape for our official trip log.  Its hot pink.  He's excited about his gift and it would be rude to refuse, so on the tank it goes.  Thanks, Jeff.

The next day we leave Vernal bright and early, up the same Hwy. 191 we've been on for some time.  Soon, we begin a bit of an ascent, and irrigated scrub brush gives way to grassy hills, switchbacks and eventually forest.  We're now by the Flaming Gorge Reservoir, and the scenery is wonderful.  The weather cools nicely, and soon we reach a green plateau with terrifyingly open vistas.  And for the third time all trip, we seem to have chosen a 100 mile route without passing a gas station.  We stop for a few photos and there's 30 miles left until Rock Springs, WY.  Nothing to do but crouch in the wind and keep the RPMs low.

Rock Springs is a fine place, complete with several big box stores.  Though filled with compunction about where I spend my money, I generally file such issues under "road rules", meaning that for the time being, there aren't any.  While on the road we'll do lots of things we wouldn't ordinarily do.  I guess I'll temporarily help aid and abet forces of dark and corporate evil, pass the beer, sorry, etc.  We stay at the Best Western Outlaw Inn, which despite its name has many laws and rules.  We do our best to tastefully break as many as possible in the comfort of the pool, but our stay is unremarkable.  Two cool things happen.  I buy beer at a drive-thru liquor store and a French contingent of Harley riders sing the Marsellaise at the hotel bar.  After all, it is Bastille Day, July 14th.  I thought they look pretty merched up, even for Harley riders, but they're tourists.  So I get it.

The next day we break down.  Not like, mechanically, but physically.  We're 50 miles outside of town, in Farson, WY.  Nic sits down at a gas station and just doesn't move.  Can't and won't.  We are 70 miles away from our next stop, but we will not be arriving there tonight.  We ask about a hotel nearby.  There is one, called Sitzman's Hotel. 

Thus begins one of the most interesting and least hygienic nights of our honeymoon.
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Re: '73 Honeymoon
« Reply #20 on: August 01, 2011, 07:52:55 pm »
Pics.

1.  Entering Flaming Gorge Reservoir, before the actual dam.
2.  For the love of drilling and drilling related schwag, Vernal, UT.
3.  Like most things in Farson, it looks better at dusk.  Sitzman Hotel, Farson, WY
4.  Incorrect marker for the "Parting of the Ways" on the Oregon Trail.  The split between the Oregon and California trail actually happened 10 miles west of this marker.
5.  And here's why.  These tracks from Union Pacific stagecoaches were mistaken for pioneer wagon tracks created 50 years previous.  100+ year old wagon wheel tracks are still quite impressive.
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« Reply #21 on: August 01, 2011, 11:45:55 pm »
If you plan on going through the Bighorns try and stop at Medicine Wheel off of 14A a bit west of Burgess Junction.  An old (500-800 years) Native American ceremonial site.  It's at about 10,000 feet but you can drive to within about a mile and hike on an easy trail. 

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« Reply #22 on: August 02, 2011, 01:35:21 pm »
Oh man, I wish.  We came up Hwy. 16 to the south.  And, of course, the trip is over.  Unfortunately.  Just reconstructing it for the sake of posterity.  Mere weeks after the trip, its hard to keep all the stops straight.  It was a grind.
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« Reply #23 on: August 02, 2011, 08:40:44 pm »
I did not realize you were back but thought you were still on the road.  D-oh. ;D

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« Reply #24 on: August 02, 2011, 08:56:00 pm »
Sounds like a great trip, subscribed. You've married a special woman, not many would attempt anything like this! (especially my wife!)
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