I slept almost not at all last night, up late and early with prep, and a busy mind kept me awake most of the time I was in bed. But now I’m in Fallon, Nevada. It’s late, I’m sleepy, so this will be short.
The Cliff’s Notes version is that I first rode to the Golden Gate Bridge (so it would really be coast-to-coast), then through the oven known as the Sacramento Valley (96 F today, rising to 108 on Thursday), into and out of the Tahoe Basin, and onto the desolation that is Nevada (not a judgement). In Fallon I met my friend of 45 years, Bob Clem, who is on a motorcycle trip of his own, counterclockwise around the western states. I’m typing this in the Best Western lobby so he can sleep in peace in our room.
Today’s ride was a bit surreal. After so much time spent in anticipation, I had a heightened sense of, “This is it.”
It takes time to cover land on a scooter. Time to think, reflect, observe, adjust and be at peace. I think this will be a good trip.