Shortly after leaving John Day Oregon a state trooper going the other way almost decided to turn around and give me a ticket, but he settled for flickering his lights at me instead. Then I was seeing cops in my rear view all the way home.
Just before Dusk I pulled over here on this lonely stretch of U.S. 395
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Wagon tire is 30 miles back that way.
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Lake view is 60 miles ahead.
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It is very very quiet out here. No cars for several minutes at a time, just the wind.
By the time I got to Lakeview it was just about dark. Rather than getting a motel I just pressed on the last 100 miles for home. All the lights were on and I got greeted by the wife and the dogs. The trip was something like 1,700 miles all together. The bike is filthy and I see that it needs more work. The rear tire is toast now as well. It looks like I got a whole summer of riding in in just over a week. I'm going to have to do another trip like that next summer.