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
Wagon tire is 30 miles back that way.
Lake view is 60 miles ahead.
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.