Day 2…
The day started with a small wrenching party on mine and Jason’s bikes. Over the course of the conversations with Kevin over the roadside repairs on Jason’s bike we thought new battery and plugs would be in order. As well on my bike, the new Walmart driving lights that I just installed specifically for this trip, decided they did not want shine together and one gave out before we got to Colorado. So I replaced a light while Jason replaced his battery and plugs.
However we had beautiful sights while we worked as there was a Hot Air Balloon gathering in town that lifted off from memorial park and floated down to Kevin’s house allowing us some great photo opportunities.
And it was a great day to be riding... look at that clear blue sky. Colorado is a great place to ride.
But enough of that, let’s get on the road. By 9AM we were headed to Deckers Country Store on I24 and then highway 67, where we had coffee and breakfast. From there we took off on through the east side of the
Kevin offered that I could ride tail position and that if I wanted to stop and take a picture to just honk and flash my lights and we’d pull over. We hadn’t gotten too far when I realized the batteries on the camera were almost dead. So, as suggested I honked my little horn and flashed my little light… and would you believe they weren’t even paying attention. They were so focused on the roads and the turns that I was totally invisible to them. So I just pulled over anyways thinking they’d miss me eventually when they got to a long straightaway and could not see me off in the distance. Finally they showed up and we got a couple of pics and promises that they’d try to pay more attention in the future.
It was a great ride through the mountains and it was very popular for sport bikes. In fact two Ducatis squeezed between me and Jason and I noticed they had very large rear tires and could handle the turns very handily. I too have a very wide rear tire and thought I could do same…not. After scraping my highway peg on the asphalt I had to keep repeating to myself, the ‘Valk is not a sport bike, the Valk is not a sport bike’.
At
Jason at Winter park taking a break.
Kevin at Winter Park taking a break.
We then headed over to
Bikes in the Dirt
Jason taking a pic of Kevin in the the middle of the road.
Kevin in the Middle of the road...
Why he wanted a picture of this I'll never know...
Mounting up from this photo op. we headed for Walden where we stopped for gas and Ice cream at the same place we stopped at 2 years ago. Place is still there… here’s the bikes taking a breather.
It’s amazing that riding in
We stop to catch some pictures at this incredible rolling wheat field. But the camera can’t seem to catch the subtleness of the rolls of wheat and the different height levels. It was so much more incredible in person.
Crossing into Wyoming we get the obligatory state sign pic.
Well, we make it all the way in to Rawlins and the only wildlife we've seen are the bugs splattered on our windshields.
Arriving in town we decided to cruise through to see what our hotel options are. About halfway through we realize we lose Jason. Turning around and retracing our path we find him in the middle of the street pointing to a house. As we approach, sure enough he's finally spotted some wildlife. Deer in their natural habitat.
Behind us we see a rainbow straining to form on the horizon. Must take quite a bit of effort to get a rainbow on fairly clear day with no rain.
We finally settle on the posh accommodations at the local Quality Inn and then head out to clean up the bikes before putting them down for the night...