BBG packet is here
Back in May, I rode a Bun Burner Gold ride — 1530 miles in 23 hours. I submitted the required paperwork to the Iron Butt Association a few days later.
The IBA packet arrived today - a nice certificate, a special BBG license plate backer, a pin - the works. I'm offiical.
The ride included a 16 mile detour along Badwater Road in Death Valley National Park that cannot be documented with a computerized receipt. When I submitted my documentation, I noted this, and included photos I took of the FJR at Lake Manly and at Badwater Point, along with links to my Spotwalla map. The IBA credited me with the whole 1530 miles.
Still to come this year are the Fall Equinox and Winter Solstice SaddleSores with Doug to complete our Four Seasons. Next year, I want to do a B2Bi — Mexico to Canada in 24 hours. After that, we'll have to see...
WFO-9
I left Wednesday for WFO-9 in Eureka. Justin rode with me on the 101 as far as Las Posas, and I kept going to CA-154 in Santa Barbara. Foxen Canyon was cool — as always — and I stopped at Pappy's for Tri-Tip and Enchilladas, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream for dessert.
Originally I planned to ride between the lakes from Paso, up the Jolon road to King City, then west on Carmel Valley Road and up PCH all the way into The City. I got a late start, and had already missed the cancellation time on my motel in Petaluma, so I adjust the route to only Jolon Road, then a quick blast up to Petaluma. The GPS routed me up I-280, and it seemed fast. It was really cold once I got onto surface streets. The Golden Gate Bridge was really cool in the dusk and fog.
I left Petaluma early Thursday, and broiled up the 101. I rashly decided to ride the Lost Coast, which was scenic and all, but the road surface made it a little too much of a chore. The short section right along the coast is a great ride, and almost made up for the 85 other miles of crappy conditions.
Fairlaner teased me about my Subway dinner, but I was tired and just wanted to chill in the room with my book.
Friday was an off day, and I walked around Old Town Eureka all morning. There are a couple of nice used book stores, and I found an Anne Perry that I'd been missing at the smaller of the two. When I got back to the hotel, my room still hadn't been made up, so I walked east and found a big new Target. I bought some granola bars for breakfast and on-bike snacking, some medical tape to help protect Dr. Voron's stitches on my right fore-arm, and the latest Jack Reacher novel, 61 Hours - my only one of the series in hardback.
Friday's dinner highlight was a talk by the Forum's James Burleigh - which worked out great.
On Saturday, my buddy Doug and I rode over to the Samoa Cookhouse for the Vintage Riders Breakfast. Afterwards we decided to ride a big loop of famous roads - CA-299 to Weaverville, then south on CA-3, then west again on CA-36 back to Eureka — about 245 miles total. The ride was really fun. We stopped for lunch at the Burger Barn on CA-36.
Saturday's dinner included a preview of Hard Miles II, a video about the 2009 Iron Butt Rally, with an introduction by Dean Tanji himself. I sat with Terry/Tel at dinner, and we talked a lot about rallying, riding, and English football — very cool stuff.
I had to get back to work on Monday, so Sunday meant the long ride home. Doug joined me, and we drove quickly down to the Bay Area to meet up with Justin, who had ridden up to see his friends in the south Bay. Justin and I made quick plans to meet at a logical landmark, which turned out to be the Motel 6 in Fremont. (It was something we could both find easily on our GPS's...)
We met Justin in the motel parking lot. Doug graciously bought all of us lunch at a surprisingly good Mexican restaurant next door, and we gassed up and hit the road. Justin had come up I-5 on Saturday, and said the heat was close to unbearable, so we decided to stay close to the coast, at the cost of some extra miles.
Terry had told me on Saturday that he was going to take CA-25, as a fun compromise between the heat of I-5 and the traffic of US-101, due to the MotoGP race at Laguna Seca and the Garlic Festival in Gilroy. At lunch the three of us decided to use his advice, and we found some great riding from Hollister down to King City.
From there, we took US-101 to CA-154. An accident at the south end of the 154 stopped us for 5-10 minutes, but we made it to the gas station at State and La Cumbre unscathed. Doug was going to peel off down the 405 to head home to El Segundo, so we said our goodbyes in Santa Barbara, and hit the road. Traffic was bad, and we lane-shared into Carpinteria before it broke up.
Doug headed south at the 405, and Justin and I slogged the rest of the way home, tired but happy.
Four Seasons - Summer Solstice Saddlesore 1000
Doug and I did the second of our Four Seasons rides today, a Saddlesore 1000 trip starting and ending in El Segundo, with stops in Mojave, Merced, Williams, Gilroy, and Santa Maria.
FJR Forum Post on the BBG
I've wanted to do a BBG for quite a while. Toecutter and I talked about
an in-state California route many years ago, but something always came
up. Maybe three years ago, I mapped out a route from Southern
California, up through central Nevada, and down through eastern Nevada
back to So. Cal. On the map it looked like a big lollipop. I run a
stock fuel tank, so my route choices are limited by having to stop
every 200 miles or so.
Over time, I made plans to actually do
the ride, but, again, something always came up. Earlier this year,
after talking it over with my friend Doug,
I decided this had to be the year. Doug has a lot of big rides planned
this year -- the IBR5000, LOE, and a bunch of others -- so we decided
to do some training rides together to prep. Back in March we did a California In-State SS1K, and in April we did the LowCal 250 Rally down in San Diego. (A great half-day rally, by the way).
A
couple of days before the LowCal, I sent Doug an e-mail asking his
opinion: is it better to ride through Las Vegas late on a Sunday night,
or late on a Monday night? He drafted some well-known riders from SoCal
and Nevada to get their opinions, and opinions I got. The early
consensus was that my route was less than ideal -- too many
back-country miles after dark, with iffy gas options if it got too late.
Reno John
dove in, and came up with great suggestions on improving the route.
Specifically, he recommended an early start, timed so that I left the
Interstate right at sunrise, followed by a scenic early morning ride
through Death Valley, then the back-country roads through central
Nevada. The finish was a long final stretch on Interstates -- easier
when fatigued, and less problems with wildlife. After some
back-and-forth, we made a final refinement by taking out a long slog on
I-80 into Salt Lake City, and substituting the ET Highway.
I
was very happy that the final route had more back-road highway mileage
than Interstate mileage - not by much, but still more than half of the
total.
I brought some print outs of the various routes to the
pre-dinner for the LowCal to show Doug, and wound up sharing with the
whole group -- including my friends Peter Perrin and Craig Chaddock,
and the esteemed Ken Meese. Everyone agreed that the new route was
better than the original lollipop route.
Here's the route:
A
good route is one thing -- you still have to do the ride. Some last
minute light-hearted reverse psychology from Reno John motivated me to
set an actual date -- Monday, May 17th -- and I started prepping for
the ride in earnest. The tires were okay, and I did an oil change the
week before the ride, made all the necessary arrangements with family
and work, and slowly adjusted my sleep schedule to wake up earlier. (It
annoyed my wife that I'd wake up at 4:00 for no apparent reason, but
she adapted...)
On the night before the ride, I packed the bike,
mounted the V-1 and the SPOT, set out my gear, and got to sleep early.
On the morning of the ride, I woke up at 3:00am, and did the final prep
work -- call the witnesses, get a quick breakfast, fill the thermos
with coffee, don the riding gear (including the Widders), last minute
packing -- and I left the driveway at 3:30am. The starting receipt was
from a gas station about a mile from my house, with a start time of
3:41am.
The first stint was I-210 and I-15 to Baker. The only
drama was dense fog over the Cajon Pass, from the I-215 junction to
Victorville. I found a well-lit SUV in the adjacent lane, and we made
it through with only minor puckering. As planned, I hit Baker right at
sunrise. (Click on any photo for a full-size view)
I
had planned a quick splash-and-go, but the pump receipt had no time
stamp - only the date. I went inside, and the shift manager wrote the
time and her contact info on the receipt for me.
CA-127 up into
Death Valley was a blast. I had two options for the Death Valley
section - the fast, efficient route to the east, and the fun but longer
Badwater Road to the west, which adds 18 miles, and can't be documented
with printed receipts. I was feeling good on the bike, and it was such
a nice morning, so I turned off onto Badwater. I stopped at a couple of
places along the way to get some photos to show I was there.
Lake Manly:
Badwater Basin, the lowest point in North America at 282ft (86m) below sea level:
I stopped for fuel and a receipt in Furnace Creek, took off my cold weather gear, and made my way to Beatty, then on to Tonopah.
About
10 miles south of Tonopah, the winds started up from the south, and
they grew stronger as I got closer to Tonopah. After gassing up in
Tonopah, I gobbled down a Balance Bar and some coffee from my thermos,
put my cold weather gear back on and headed out east on US-6. (I wound
up wearing my cold weather gear, including the Widders, the entire rest
of the ride. I had cloud cover the whole way.)
By this time, the
winds were steady at 35-40 mph, and I had to lean noticeably to my
right to keep the bike straight. Thankfully they were mostly constant
-- there's nothing fun about crosswind gusts that blow you over two
lanes -- but it was tiring to balance myself against them for mile
after mile.
I turned southeast on the Extraterrestrial Highway,
a fantastic section of road. The quartering winds were an issue most of
the way, but I found some areas where I could wind it up a little. I
didn't pass a single car on the way, and only three cars passed me
going the opposite direction -- it's a lonely road on a weekday. The
free range cattle stayed well back from the roadway.
The Alien Research Center
I
skipped Ash Springs to pickup more miles, and stopped for fuel and a
receipt in Alamo. The route up NV-318 was almost due north, so the
southerly wind was actually an advantage. I got stopped for five
minutes for some road construction, but otherwise this section was fast
and fun.
My next stop for fuel was Ely, and the wind was really
blowing. I grabbed a burger and a Diet Coke, and headed east on
US-6/US-50 towards Utah. The winds along this stretch were more of a
problem, and I got some occasional gusts below the passes, but it
wasn't too bad.
Northeast of Delta, Utah, I veered east on
UT-132, which turned out to be a fun little road. Here's the view
looking east about 20 miles west of Nephi:
I
was about 70 minutes behind my overly optimistic schedule when I
stopped for fuel in Nephi, Utah. The Flying J receipt also had the date
but no time stamp, and the manager wrote the time and her contact info
on the receipt. She said that commercial drivers asked them to not use
a time stamp, to give them "flexibility" in making their log book
entries...
After all the fun riding on the back roads of
California, Nevada, and Utah, I hit I-15 for the long slog back home. I
listened to the Lakers-Suns playoff game on the XM, and made good time
to the fuel stop in St. George. The time stamp on this receipt was off
by an hour, so I headed back inside. The cashier said they hadn't
updated their pumps after the change to daylight savings time. While I
was behind my planned schedule, I decided I had plenty of time to relax
a little. At about the 1,100 mile point, my lower back had started to
ache a little, so I walked around a bit to stretch out.
The winds were back as I passed through the Virgin River canyon on I-15 in northwest Arizona.
Coming
south on I-15 at night, you're basically out in the middle of nowhere,
until you crest the last pass and the lights of Las Vegas open up
before you, covering the horizon for miles and miles. It's really quite
a sight, but I couldn't stop for a photo.
I got back to Baker
right around midnight for my last on-route fuel stop. There was more
dense fog over the Cajon Pass, but it only lasted for a few miles this
time.
As I got within 10 miles of home, I noticed the headlights
of a motorcycle coming up fast on my six. My son Justin had followed my
SPOT track, and came out the escort me home. Very cool.
We hit
the final fuel stop -- the same station I used for the starting receipt
-- at 2:35am, 22 hours and 54 minutes after the start.
Google Maps listed the route as 1,530 miles, and the GPS showed 1,530.3 miles. The FJR odometer showed 1,560 miles.
I
got a lot of great advice and support from a lot of different people
(doug5551, renojohn, kaitsdad, jwhite, sandiegoland, among other Forum
members), and I really appreciated all their time and efforts. Thanks,
guys!
SpotWalla Tracking Map for this ride
Bun Burner Gold is in the books - 1,500 miles in 24 hours
I was tired, riding west on the 210 through Monrovia, and looking forward to getting off the bike after 22 plus hours of riding, when another bike showed up on my six. Justin, on his ZZR, had come out to meet me and guide me home.
I left at 3:35am on Monday morning, rode all day and through the night, and made it back home in 22 hours and 54 minutes, after 1,530 miles through California, Nevada, Utah, and Arizona. About half the ride was Interstate, but even more miles were on cool back roads.
Some notes, for now, with more details soon...
Stints
- Home to Baker - dense fog between I-15/I-215 junction and Hesperia. Felt like the Guild pilots in Dune
- Baker to Beatty - chose the Badwater Road option; took photos to document it
- Beatty to Tonopah - high winds began about 10 miles south of Tonopah
- Tonopah to Alamo - more high winds from the south and west, kept speeds somewhat reasonable, altough I did get some time in the 6,000 RPM range...
- Alamo to Ely - winds continued, but in my favor on this leg. Short stop for road construction.
- Ely to Nephi - more high winds, in the 35-45 MPH range, with gusts and/or drop-outs. Very fatiguing.
- Nephi to St. George - hooked up with a Corolla (of all things) for a 6,000 RPM plus run to Beaver and beyond. Listened to the Lakers-Suns game on the XM.
- St. George to Baker - gusty winds in the Virgin River passes made things too interesting
- Baker to home - just after Baker, I got caught behind a seemingly drunk-ass driver. He would slow down to the 55mph range, but when anyone tried to pass him he would speed up to match their speed, and cut just in front of them if they came up on slower traffic. I watched this happen to three different cars, and didn't feel like it would be wise to try it myself. He finally got distracted and let me pass in north Victorville. More dense fog past Hesperia.
Oil change
I did an oil and filter change this afternoon. Mileage is 57,865.