And I finally take the time to sit down and type all this out...I'm working on this a few weeks after the fact so details might be scarce. Might as well start with a video!
Boulder River Rd - Ducati Hyperstrada Off Road - YouTube
Return Day 1: Franklin, New Hampshire to Cleveland, Ohio
I rolled out the same way I rolled in on US-9 through NH and Vermont. They must have recently re-paved this road as it was beautifully smooth. The run through the mountains is scenic, but I've got to make it to OH and I left a wee bit late. Trying to avoid tolls, I hit I-88 to I-86 through southern New York.
Around Elmira I'm cruising when I see a dark shape in the road. People are going around it and I'm thinking "Must be a busted semi tire in the road." Then it starts moving. Turns out that the dark shape is a dog. I didn't even consider it, I just pulled over ASAP. I probably spent 30 minutes jogging after this suicidal dog to keep it from getting hit when it was running towards oncoming cars and trucks. With the help of another person we eventually spooked it off the highway and caught it when it tried to escape through wire fence with gaps too narrow for its body. I'm glad the other person was there to take the dog, because I wasn't going to be riding while holding the pup and I didn't have anything to make a harness/leash to keep it safely on the bike. I'm guessing it was a shelter escapee because there weren't any personalized tags.
I took the time during the lunch stop before this escapade to throw the rain liners into the jacket and pants. I needed them as I got drenched by a thunder storm rolling through the area. Even when the air temperature is warm, wind chill and rain kick that down to very very cold. Eventually I had to stop for gas. The station attendant was nice enough to give me a free cup of hot cocoa when I went inside. I took the time to pull the rain liners and replace them with my dry cold liners since the storm was now behind me.
At one point the highway just stops and you have to exit. I didn't catch the GPS fast enough and didn't want to stop so I wound up on a decently nice back road through NW Pennsylvania. I pulled into my stop not too long after sun down. Something about riding makes the priority list go Shower-Clean Clothes-Food and it's always nice to have someone prepare the last for you.
Return Day 2: Cleveland, OH to Ludington, Michigan
This is my short day. Because I'm taking a ferry across Lake Michigan, I can only go so far. It gives me the chance to get a hold of an internet friend and arrange a meeting in-person for my lunch break. When you play games or chat via Forums you don't really think about actually meeting the person on the other end. The two of you know each other by just your nicknames so it's a bit weird when you introduce yourself with your real name.
But the shock this day actually happened less than an hour after departing. Cruising through downtown Cleveland I'm slotted in behind a work truck. It may have been the perfect gust of wind, but out of nowhere a full sheet of tin roofing gets flipped out of the truck's bed and goes airborne. I kicked off the throttle lock, watched the sheet move towards me, and swerved right to avoid it. I took a peek back to see if it had hit someone else, but I didn't see anything or hear anything so I kept going. The truck took the next exit, and I can only hope that they went back to get the debris off the road and take responsibility if it hit someone.
After lunch I had plenty of time to make the final leg to Ludington. I had so much time, I considered taking the Pere Marquette State Trail that parallels the road I was following. But I only knew about the trail 3/4ths of the way through, and many of these trails are for non-motorized use only. So I stuck to the roads and kept trucking.
I hit the ferry and caught the 8pm departure. Along with my HS, there was a Yamaha cruiser and three Harleys including one with a trailer. We all had good spots to park on the ferry and tie down our bikes to grating underneath. This leg is a bit busier than the 1AM one I caught on the way out, and the crew was a bit more directive on when we were allowed on and where we had to park. I managed to snag a pool recliner on the bow like I did on the way out. The crowds that were there got to see me pull my riding gear off and swap in my rain and cold liners. They hid inside before too long and I managed to catch a nap while listening to music. I unloaded in Manitowoc, Wisconsin and found a hotel for the rest of the night.
Return Day 3: Manitowoc, WI to Sheridan, Wyoming
1,200 miles (1,900 km) in one go. The US has a big touring rally called the Iron Butt where riders have to ride 10,000 miles in 10 days and hit different checkpoints along the way. In order to qualify for this you have to show proof that you can ride 1,000 miles in one day. Although I don't plan on participating in the Iron Butt, this was a chance for me to push my limits nad prove I could ride for that long. At the same time, it proved the comfort of the Hyperstrada and just how far you can go with it. I'm 6'3" (1.9m) and the only issue I had was with my legs being bent under me without moving for long periods. This was alleviated by taking longer breaks during gas stops and standing on the pegs when traffic slowed through construction areas.
I hit I-90 fairly soon in Wisconsin and followed it for the rest of the day. As the day continued I kept seeing more and more and more and more and more and more motorcycles headed the other direction. If I had to guess, 5% were sport bikes, 5% were adventure/touring bikes, 5% were goldwings, 10% were various cruisers, and 75% were Harleys of various models. The farther west I went, the more bikes going the opposite way. After a while I stopped bothering to wave at oncoming riders unless they waved first.
The reason for the increased MCycle traffic was the annual Sturgis Rally. Towards the evening I rolled through, and it was amazing to see motorcycles outnumber cars on US roads. At the same time, I'm sure every single South Dakota State Trooper was on patrol in that area. I had one that was casing me on my ride through town. I saw him pull onto the highway so I slowed down to the speed limit. He found a nice spot just behind me, and stayed there when I kept slowing down to 10 under. Certain that he was watching me, I kept to the speed limit and he eventually got bored and went to find someone else to bother.
Return Day 4: Sheridan, Wyoming to Basin, Montana
Since I demolished the miles on Day 3, Day 4 was easy. For the first time I woke up without the alarm clock, threw my gear on, and went to a cafe in the area to have breakfast without worrying about time. I left the hotel before the check out time and followed I-90 the rest of the way into Montana. I was a decently calm day, just riding at a decent speed with a slight headwind keeping me around 50mpg at 85-90mph.
Return Day 5: Basin, MT to Tacoma, Washington
I spent the night with the same relatives that I stayed with on the way out. They actually took their RV to the family reunion in NH, leaving the afternoon after me. I beat them by 2 days because they took their time and stopped at all the stops. On the way back, they left in the evening for a direct shot back while I took off the morning after. Because they could swap drivers they made it back much faster than I could have.
On the way out, my cousin directed me towards a dirt road leaving Basin that would take the same amount of time as the highway, but cut out 1/2 the distance. You can see my video at the top for what that road was like. Although the HS is capable off road, I don't want to do that again until I have dirt tires, crash bars, and a $2K dirt bike I can drop without worrying about repair costs.
From there I followed US-12 through Clearwater National Forest. It's an absolutely amazing road, though it's quite busy. As I kept going west, the air kept getting thicker with smoke from forest fires. For the rest of the leg through Idaho and Eastern Washington I could smell the smoke and see the haze in the air. As the sun crept upwards so did the temperature. Although it wasn't as hot as North Dakota on the way out, going slower meant less wind so it felt hotter. I eventually stopped and pulled of everything short of socks, shorts, and my riding boots/pants/jacket/helmet. The river was right there, but I would have had to drag out my towel to dry off and stuff it with my wet shorts into one of the paniers.
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I still need to make the rest of the leg to the Pacific Ocean. I'll get the oompf to do it at some point and I'll take plenty of photos/video on the way. I've got an interesting idea for mounting the GoPro to the bottom of my paniers to get a video of the twisties on US-101.
Again, I said I'd do a gear review of everything I rode with, but it's getting late and I need to try and keep my sleep schedule within normal business hours. I'll post something up if I find the time and energy again.