Having morning photo uploading issue. Will add them later. This is a quirky town where we had lunch. The time difference is kinda weird. Now that I'm 3 hours behind EST though I'm still going to sleep the same time and waking up the same time. Aka 11pm and 6 am
We rode a bit, Yermo is now an official professional motorcycle photographer. I am unable to take as many photos since we haven't stop as often, but Yermo takes quite a lot of picture while he is riding. I am rather jelly of his photos 😣
We rode through some seriously heavy wind and 100+ degree desert. There were many 100ft tall dust devils swirling around and crossing the road. Luckily we didn't get hit "directly" by any of them. :)
Yermo has more photos of the dust devil, I will have to get them later.
As we come up on our 230 ish mile marker, we still had plenty of gas. In fact, we had just barely 70 miles on the tank. We saw this gas station, and made a decision to take a break. I ask Yermo since I was leading "lets stop, " he reply "sure why not". We usually take a break around 80 miles, and in this case we could of continue riding. Or just stop for 5 min and took off and waited till the next gas station to gas up.
We parked our bikes in the shade, and took our time. Went inside to sit down. Then this GS rider came in. We chatted. And then he ask us where we are going, we told him the route, he then said to us "your not gonna make it". We found out from the GS rider and the gas attendant that the halfway gas stop is out of gas. Making the hike across where we are going 190 miles without gas.
My bike usually get 180 miles max before running on fumes. Not to mention if we didn't stop we would be empty 90 miles in the desert. With 100 miles each way of nothing. That could of been really really bad in 102 degree heat.
We gas up and bought a small container for life line. One gallon "at least you will make it" is our running joke. Hahaha
190 miles of nothing. We took a water break in the sun, with absolutely no cover. I'm surprise Yermo is still alive. Hahaha.
We stopped here. And there was a trail for a hand gliding launch. It was an unbelievable desert scene. So Yermo "encourage me " to go down the trail. So I did :)
Totally worth it, and I'm glad he encourage me.
You can see the road by the mountain. I have more photos that my phone is refusing the transfer right now.
We ended up rolling down the mountain in neutral. Yermo made it much farther than I did, because he didn't brake. I was a bit chicken shit rolling with no power around the 25 mph corner at 45, so i ended up slowing down more. I had to turnover the motor at the flats. Yermo almost made it over the next hill to continue rolling. It was nearly 7 miles. Wow! Final flat, we roll another 3 miles. As the sun set, we are 140 miles in
We made it at 184.+ 10 rolling miles. 194 miles. I still manage to have half a gallon left. I would have made it. Barely on fumes, but I would have made it.
We ate at a bar. If we were 2 minutes late, the cook would have left, but instead we got good food, and I tried this awesome root beer.
We are having a whole day of good luck, Yermo is convince he will have to pay for it later. Or that something will go horribly wrong. Hahaha
I have always had good luck. While there were many things that happen to me as I was growing up that is challenging, when it comes to things that matters, it has always been good. I remember sitting in the cafeteria in QOHS at lunch everyday, one day I decided not to eat there, a huge fight broke out at the Chinese and Korean table.
Then there was the hurricane that went through UMCP. I change my mind the morning of the storm and left in the afternoon. My car or myself would have been dead.
There were so many more instances of luck. Why did we stop at the gas stop? Why did we choose to do so? Was it luck? I was once told. 'Luck is a skill that we have yet understood how to replicate'. Maybe it was just dumb luck.
