GreenHornet
Member
- Joined
- Jan 6, 2006
- Location
- Sac Town
- Moto(s)
- 2019 r 1250 gs, 2002 998, 99 R6 Track Bike, 99 Yz 250, 2001 540 Exc, 2018 Benelli tnt 135
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I made it to the outskirts of Lost Wages at dawn and it was hot. High 90's hot.
I needed to get gas and some caffeine and nourishment. I was in the middle of early morning work traffic, so I figured I'd stay on the freeway until I was on the other side of Vegas and I'd pull off at the first gas station near the freeway.
Covered in ash and bug guts.
At this point, I was a bit tired. The gas station complex had a hotel and casino and I considered getting a room. The problem was that I wouldn't have enough time in the room because checkout would be in about 5 hours. Then I'd have to ride through extreme heat in the middle of the day, so I decided to push on.
I had to repack my bike, due to extreme discomfort and inability to properly utilize my seat. I had to move my sleeping bag and tent out of the way of my back and butt.
As I was tearing my bike apart, while ingesting sustenance, the manager of the complex came by to see what was going on. He didn't say so, but I could tell he probably thought I was on drugs or something. He made some small talk, then seeing I am from California, tried to start discussing topics that are divisive. How bad a job Biden is doing, the Afghanistan withdrawal, Covid. I was polite and didn't take the bait.
Repacked and ready to roll.
I made it to the outskirts of Lost Wages at dawn and it was hot. High 90's hot.
I needed to get gas and some caffeine and nourishment. I was in the middle of early morning work traffic, so I figured I'd stay on the freeway until I was on the other side of Vegas and I'd pull off at the first gas station near the freeway.
Covered in ash and bug guts.
At this point, I was a bit tired. The gas station complex had a hotel and casino and I considered getting a room. The problem was that I wouldn't have enough time in the room because checkout would be in about 5 hours. Then I'd have to ride through extreme heat in the middle of the day, so I decided to push on.
I had to repack my bike, due to extreme discomfort and inability to properly utilize my seat. I had to move my sleeping bag and tent out of the way of my back and butt.
As I was tearing my bike apart, while ingesting sustenance, the manager of the complex came by to see what was going on. He didn't say so, but I could tell he probably thought I was on drugs or something. He made some small talk, then seeing I am from California, tried to start discussing topics that are divisive. How bad a job Biden is doing, the Afghanistan withdrawal, Covid. I was polite and didn't take the bait.
Repacked and ready to roll.



