65 miles in 5.5 hours – Max Speed 38.5mph
I set off for a short day to a small restaurant/motel/casino/RV Park called the Border Inn, which believe it or not is on the Nevada/Utah border. I was excited not only about the relative shortness of the ride but because there was a restaurant in the middle of the ride as well. I started out and did what seemed to be a flat for a while before arriving at the first mountain of the day.
I went over the first of two passes, and conveniently, right at the top met a biker going to other way.
He was doing New York to San Francisco and we talked for a while. Then a guy who was driving an RV that was stopped at the top of the pass came out and talked with us for a while as well. I told him what to expect, and he did the same for me. It is always nice to meet other tourers.
Anyway, I had ridden through some rotten weather on the way to the pass, so I stopped in the restaurant which was right on the other side of the pass.
It was called Major’s Place, and I went inside to discover it was not a restaurant, but just a bar. Oh well, I bought some Pepsi and chips and talked with the guy who ran it for a while. Out of nowhere a girl who looked no older than 12 runs in and says that her mom is having a heart attack. The guy calls 911 and checks on her. The woman ‘having the heart attack’ is running around, and it becomes pretty much obvious to everyone that she is really probably just crazy. Anyway the guy that runs the bar (think the stranger in the Big Lebowski) handles it very well, and eventually (remember – 30 miles from anywhere) an ambulance shows up and takes her away. I notice that the stranger has a Mayweather – De La Hoya shirt on and we talk boxing for a while. Eventually it clears up enough outside for me to decide to make a run for it.
I climb the final hill in Nevada, and it is a good one. Once I hit the top of it I have to make another run down the hill away from another storm.
I make it to the Border Inn, get food, and ask them if I can pitch a tent near their RV Park. They say they have a special tent spot and it is $5. Not too shabby, so I take a shower and lay around, happy to be back in the tent.
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That’s so cool! I didn’t make it east of Ely on my trip to Nevada, but I did do the “loneliest highway” on my motorcycle (and one heck of a lot of other lonelier roads in the state, as it turns out). I love seeing pictures of historical markers, especially new ones. 🙂
Found my way here by way of a Google historical marker alert.
Linda