9th July 2015 – continued
I get back to the hotel, load all the gear onto the luggage trolley and wheel it out to the Adv. It’s not nearly as warm today – about 64F – but it’s very humid and I will be glad to get moving…
Which I do at about 0925 - it's going to be a short day today as I set the Adv on a homebound course and ask Doris to plot me a winding route...
...which she does splendidly, taking me on a very pleasant tour of rural Oregon...
The sun starts to burn off the cloud layer and everywhere crops are being gathered in...
I spot this brazen hussy selling herself...
The advert in her windscreen claims 40+mpg - that would be 48 per UK gallon - I think that's a tad optimistic...
Any guesses for make/model/year?
Onward!
I follow this chap for a mile or so - his dog with its head stuck out of the window...
It's starting to get a tad warm now - it's forecast to be a smidgen warmer by the time I reach Beaverton...
I spot this smartly polished individual at a local aerodrome - can anyone identify it?
At the end of the road there are some roadworks - but only on the crossing road - everyone knows the importance of a clear Airway...
OK - any ideas on this? I couldn't get any closer, so no better pics, I'm afraid...
This is a very pretty part of Oregon...
It
is getting warm, though...
Another covered bridge! Doris is pulling out all the stops on our last day...
It's now officially damned hot - the irrigators are working overtime...
This road needs a new surface - it's about 70% 'tar snakes'...
I spot this rather picturesque old barn set back to the right of the road...
It has a chain across the entrance, but for once, I think "No one will mind" and walk over it.
I literally had one foot either side when Noah turns up in his pick-up truck...
I'm clearly not suited to a life of crime
Noah tells me that his family bought the farm last year and are going to be repainting the barn as part of the refurbishment. I asked if he'd found anything interesting inside, like a 1968 Mustang convertible under a tarpaulin. "No - just a bunch of old concrete blocks"
The farmhouse looks like it has a few stories to tell...
Onward!
Now there's a strange looking beast, parked on the tarmac at Aurora airfield.
I'm pretty sure it started life as a Cessna 337 - which had a "push and pull" twin-engined arrangement (if I remember correctly, it was the only twin engined aircraft you could fly on a UK licence without a twin rating - because there was no asymmetry involved in the event of a power failure). In this case, the front engine has been removed and replaced with some type of sensor.
I can feel an evening's Googling coming on...
Doris guides me onto the Interstate for just under a mile, before depositing me at...
My lunch venue...
It's an odd place - sort of a sports bar type thing - but they apparently get a
lot of Brit & Aussie visitors...
I don't feel like a heavy lunch, having IHOPed breakfast, so order a plate of Nachos...
Dear God.
Eventually it was over and I was allowed to leave...
Straight onto the Interstate - Beaverton is only 30 mins away now...
Now - if you are going to tart up a pick-up truck -
this is the way to do it...
How much cooler is that than the purple monster I saw last night?
Can anyone come up with a make/model/year?
I stop a mile out and fuel up, then arrive back...
...at 1425 - 3990 miles...
I am greeted effusively by Daisy...
...and Brandy...
...then move the bike into the garage and start unpacking my kit. After nearly three weeks on the road, some of this stuff is like weapons grade toxic waste - Jorge's laundry is going to be tested to the limit tonight...
Not a bad way to spend a few weeks...