Not exactly a real trail-ride since most of the bikes were big behemoths and many were two-up, but we found a couple of roads that transected the wilderness between the Lincoln Highway (50) and Carson Pass Highway (88), and rode the lumpy wilderness distance between them. First we got off 50 at Strawberry and onto Pack-Saddle Pass Road, and went up-up and then down-down to Silver Lake Road, and out to Mormon Emigrant Trail.
After lunch (about fifteen minutes from home!) on Pleasant Valley Road we went down to Somerset and out to Grizzly Flat where we took Leoni-Caldor Road to North-South Road and out to Highway 88. In that latter section towards the bottom we went through Pipi Campground where the Polka Dots MC holds the 49er Enduro, and encountered a couple of off-road guys at an intersection who revved-motors and cheered-us onward as a column of 30-plus motorcyclists rumbled through! I guess we were unexpected! What’s nice is that up here even Harley riders wave and wave-back at other riders, whereas down in the Valley and in the Bay they seem to enforce the Fundamentalism of Brand, and do not.
All together it was about 210-mile 9-to-5 day of mixed-tarmac, from a bunch of twisty -potholed barely asphalted stuff to smooth, “Now what do we have here! Wilderness asphalt??” – fresh stuff!
At 183 miles at The Most Expensive Pump in The World. In Markleville I added 3.42 gallons when we had a chance to gas-up, before running around out to Nevada and pulling up the Kingsbury Grade. With a full-tank as I had started-out in the morning (with a fresh drop or two) the R1100R would have made it, I just didn’t know for sure since I haven’t put so many miles on it until now!
The pace was rational and we never got into twisting it hard, at a few spots on the Highway(s) we rumbled along at around 70mph. In the woods and under the tree-canopy it was much more sedate since the corners were pretty blind, but if you stayed within sight of another rider they could telegraph and anticipate the corner for you, and you could pick up your own pace where it wasn’t too bumpy or pot-holed – actually like I said some stretches looked freshly asphalted and were smooth and easy.
Fun-fun but my butt hurt and I have to get re-accustomed to street-riding. Some of the rider etiquette was very good as far as lane position went, but some riders seemed to switch back and forth randomly or were just unfamiliar with staggered-column riding – which is fine because you need to stay alert constantly and not fall into a too-comfortable zone-out riding style anyhow. Rebels!