Butt Paper, everywhere?

The test ride home to Bend.  Headed out about 0830 along the same Oak Run Road that Jeff and I rode yesterday, through the beautiful twisting country of Northern California where I had close encounters with a buck and a wild turkey, that flew a few feet from impact with my cranium.  Turned right onto highway 299 toward Lakeview, WA.  We enjoyed a curving highway through a forest, running parallel to a river.  Somewhere between there and our first stop at Burney, CA we stopped to watch some real cowboys roping calves.  In Burney, we fueled and let Jon get a great $5 breakfast at the Pit River Indian Casino while Jeff and I sat guard over the bikes in the parking lot, smoking our breakfast cigars.   Once back on the road we rode over a mountain pass and then dropped down into Big Valley, a valley of misconceived proportions.  After the prescribed “Let’s stop every hour to give my butt a break,” exactly 60 minutes we pulled into Adin, CA.  Mister sore-butt asked, “Why are we stopping so soon?”  Obviously, the new saddle has proven its worth.  We enjoyed some time at the eclectic general store, fed the local town mutt, and took in the tiny little hamlet’s ambience.  It was about 85 miles to Lakeview, so I thought I’d press on, but my right foot peg bolt was working its way loose. So, I pulled over 30 miles short of Lakeview for some emergency repairs.  We took off, but I noticed Jon (running tail) wasn’t there.  Jeff and I turned around through a whirlwind of toilet paper, to find out that Jon had left a side box open, releasing his emergency stash of butt tissue.

We finally made it to Lakeview, pulled into the Executive Inn hotel for the night.  The manager had the Hilly-billy novelty teeth that one might wear for halloween, except they were real.  We checked in, walked to Jerry’s for a great meal, and then back to the balcony for Scotch and cigars and to recap the wonderful day filled with beautiful vistas, twisting roads, strange caravan of 12 mini railroad cars on the tracks, stray dogs, and mountain views.  Another worthwhile day of Americana.  Tomorrow our final leg of the Ass Tour.