Retracing the ride Peppermint had made just the other day. Gas and go, and finally put on my electric vest in Wickenburg, west bound with a goal of Bakersfield.
Peppermint and I always ride as one, and I love to ride with her. We make perfect passes and pull along each other and giggle like schoolgirls.Riding along today I have to make a pass ranch vehicle ahead” no bike behind me, just solo mode, and a twist of the throttle and that 1973 Ford with hay in the bed is history.
it’s like that most of the way. Not much west bound traffic, but lots of major horse transporters are east bound.
No gas here. Photo from the web
Interstate 40 from Needles. Cruise control set at 65 in the 70 zone. CHP wave with a thumbs up as they pass on the left. Trash on the roadside. Broken glass sparkles in the sun. Cans shine bright. Plastic is everywhere. Bags, bottles, sheets. Blowing in the wind, hanging on the barbed wire fences, stuck to cactus. Bike just rumbles, I’m going to check it but we should be getting aboot 45-50 mpg I can afford that!Settled in at Tehachapi, not quite to Bakersfield