4th May
Don't know what time I originally woke - something to do with a yard load of lorries starting up and moving off. Eventually I got back to sleep and woke to find it was 0700
.
I pack the bike and am on the road, heading south, at 0800. The US 95 is a straight road - laser straight...
The morning sun is very bright - I'm wearing sunglasses and have the sun visor down and I'm still squinting.
I stop for breakfast. I know I'm now in Nevada, because every cafe is also a casino
After a heart attack on a plate, I continue, turning north west onto the 140 - a road which is, err, straight...
Service areas are not common in this part of the world. I have a guideline of never passing a petrol stop if I have more than 120 miles on the trip meter...
The signs of the continuing drought are here as well. This is a dried up lake bed -
...which is home to a few dust devils, but no water.
After about 60 miles, the road reaches the edge of a bluff and the plain is laid out like a chart below...
It's a popular hang gliding site, but it's a bit breezy for the boys today...
I'm knackered, so stop at Lakeview and check into the Best Western.
I check my Email to find that my girlfriend has E-dumped me.
Bugger.
There's something impersonal about being Emailed like this - no letter to screw up, throw in the corner and stare at thoughtfully...
Better day tomorrow - no doubt about it. A six-pack of Coors assists my passage through the evening...
Don't know what time I originally woke - something to do with a yard load of lorries starting up and moving off. Eventually I got back to sleep and woke to find it was 0700
. I pack the bike and am on the road, heading south, at 0800. The US 95 is a straight road - laser straight...
The morning sun is very bright - I'm wearing sunglasses and have the sun visor down and I'm still squinting.
I stop for breakfast. I know I'm now in Nevada, because every cafe is also a casino
After a heart attack on a plate, I continue, turning north west onto the 140 - a road which is, err, straight...
Service areas are not common in this part of the world. I have a guideline of never passing a petrol stop if I have more than 120 miles on the trip meter...
The signs of the continuing drought are here as well. This is a dried up lake bed -
...which is home to a few dust devils, but no water.
After about 60 miles, the road reaches the edge of a bluff and the plain is laid out like a chart below...
It's a popular hang gliding site, but it's a bit breezy for the boys today...
I'm knackered, so stop at Lakeview and check into the Best Western.
I check my Email to find that my girlfriend has E-dumped me.
Bugger.
There's something impersonal about being Emailed like this - no letter to screw up, throw in the corner and stare at thoughtfully...
Better day tomorrow - no doubt about it. A six-pack of Coors assists my passage through the evening...
