Writing to you tonight from the Montego Bay casino in West Wendover, Nevada. Been a great day in the saddle even though it was a long one.
Day started off with a ride on national scenic state route 150 through Utah and around Reid's peak. Climbed up to almost 11,000 feet again today which means we were practically hugging the bike for warmth with our legs. Dad has left a fair amount of his boot on the exhaust as evidence.
After highway 150 we reached Park City, the site of the 2002 winter Olympics. Really cool town with a huge number of slopes (every hill was covered in grassy runs and chairlifts). Had lunch at the No Name Saloon which was pretty unique. One little spin out in the pub was the ceiling fans (I'm easily entertained), all of them were belt driven and connected to each other across the ceiling. Never seen anything like that before!
Leaving Park City we had two options for our trip to Wendover, jump on the nearest interstate or take a small winding road up over the range that would drop us right into Salt Lake City. Being on bikes we would have been crazy not to chose the latter, so off we went. Things started getting a little strange just as we took off as their were police everywhere and the roads closed.
Now I'm not sure if it was because we had GoPros on our head and perhaps we were mistaken as cameraman, or the first cop just made a massive blunder, but we were suddenly waved onto the road which most certainly should have been closed to us. We were now ridding with hundreds of cyclists competing in the Tour of Utah. The dialogue between dad and I was pretty humorous as it took us a fair amount of time to figure out we shouldn't be on the road, yet still, every police officer (and there were at least 50) just kept waving us on! Should have had strava turned on and took the KOM.
Day started off with a ride on national scenic state route 150 through Utah and around Reid's peak. Climbed up to almost 11,000 feet again today which means we were practically hugging the bike for warmth with our legs. Dad has left a fair amount of his boot on the exhaust as evidence.
After highway 150 we reached Park City, the site of the 2002 winter Olympics. Really cool town with a huge number of slopes (every hill was covered in grassy runs and chairlifts). Had lunch at the No Name Saloon which was pretty unique. One little spin out in the pub was the ceiling fans (I'm easily entertained), all of them were belt driven and connected to each other across the ceiling. Never seen anything like that before!
Leaving Park City we had two options for our trip to Wendover, jump on the nearest interstate or take a small winding road up over the range that would drop us right into Salt Lake City. Being on bikes we would have been crazy not to chose the latter, so off we went. Things started getting a little strange just as we took off as their were police everywhere and the roads closed.
Now I'm not sure if it was because we had GoPros on our head and perhaps we were mistaken as cameraman, or the first cop just made a massive blunder, but we were suddenly waved onto the road which most certainly should have been closed to us. We were now ridding with hundreds of cyclists competing in the Tour of Utah. The dialogue between dad and I was pretty humorous as it took us a fair amount of time to figure out we shouldn't be on the road, yet still, every police officer (and there were at least 50) just kept waving us on! Should have had strava turned on and took the KOM.
After we cleared the mountains we landed on the interstate that goes through Salt Lake City, the road is absolutely mental. Seems to be planned by someone who loves chaos. 4-5 lanes continually merging and exiting at 70 mph which we managed to navigate without too much drama.
After the mess the road opened up to one huge straight across the salt flats at 80 mph. Went on for over an hour before we came to the Bonneville Salt Flats which are unfortunately under water for the second year in a row, so no speed week. Still didn't stop a young guy in a one day old 2016 WRX from trying to drive on them (see pic).
After the mess the road opened up to one huge straight across the salt flats at 80 mph. Went on for over an hour before we came to the Bonneville Salt Flats which are unfortunately under water for the second year in a row, so no speed week. Still didn't stop a young guy in a one day old 2016 WRX from trying to drive on them (see pic).
Until next time,
Bill
Bill
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