11 July 2018–Trafalgar and I headed out on a father and son, NORWESTARS, birthday ride this morning. From Bend we weaved back and forth on and off side roads and 97N to give it some enjoyment. Once again I took the alternate route through Antelope–a real motorcycle-engineered byway if there ever was one.
Funny thing about travel on motorcycle, you see the strangest things, such as 12-15 coach charter buses in or driving to Antelope, a town of about 50?
Antelope is a sleepy little remnant of a once thriving farming community, and Rashneesh cult classic from the 70s.
This route spits you out into the town at the bend in 97, better known as Shaniko.
Back onto the Central Oregon interstate of 97, I saw a fast moving land yacht coming up my stern. When next I looked in my mirrors, I saw nothing but some brown groovy paint scheme. I signaled for the shoulder, and the brown Fleetwood monstrosity barely cleared me–KEEP OUT OF MY BUBBLE OF SAFETY! I pulled in about 600yds behind the A**HOLE, flipped my MRV-1 missile switch (Motorcycle to RV Missile) and disintegrated the bully. My case in front of the judge: He’s been a bully since grade school, I felt my life threatened, he had a deadly weapon, I was doing the world a long-overdue favor. I thought this while I watched ahead as the RV tailgated some poor Subaru down into Biggs Junction.
I stopped for fuel and a salad in Biggs, and then turned off in Goldendale on the Bickleton Hwy; a patch quilt ribbon of camouflage colored asphalt that wound in and out of canyons and farmlands, a delightful excursion from the mind-numbing-RV-filled 97.
Somehow I ended up in Sunnyside and snagged a room at the Quality in, a pitstop on my way to Republic, WA. Meeting up with Dave Grossman today, so better get packed, showered, etc. Adios.
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