It is another run to Barstow, this
time to meet up with the Sizzling Hippie, and from there it will be a run into
Death Valley National Park for a total desert immersion photo project.
This December morning is chilly.
The temperature is only around 39, and since riding gear left in your saddle
bag does nothing to keep you warm I put it all on. Well everything but rain
gear.
I got electric vest and gloves, and having learned
my lesson from past winter rides I have long underwear, heavy trousers, leather
chaps, heavy smart wool socks, heavy
leather jacket and liner, and just in case another polar fleece vest, and the liner
from my massive 60 lb. Alaskan fxrg motorcycle jacket. This should work…
Leaving at 6:30 on a Sunday
morning is great. I am south of San Jose headed to Hollister before most Bay
Area residents even wake up and realize that they need to be somewhere else and
the only way to get there is to get in their car and make some traffic…
Local Bay Area Resident Common
Golden Eyes On The Move
All this gear is working well. I
am mostly warm in spite of a persistent 39 degree temperature and 90% humidity.
Around Priest Valley I notice ice along the side of the road. Aboot this time
my smart wool socks tell me my feet are cold. I was glad to make it into Coalinga to warm up
and get some petrol.
On the leg to Bakersfield the
weather radio warns of heavy fog that should be lifting around the time I get
there. The temperature is actually warmer, but I can see the gray clouds
looming.
It gets colder as I climb up the
4000ft Tehachapi pass, and at the summit it is trying to snow. Over the top now
and down the eastern side for a fuel stop…
On every trip there is always at least one Today
it was at a gas stop just east of Tehachapi pass. He was just getting out of
his car but already spotted my Alaska license plate and asks: How long did it
take you to ride here? My reply is always 10 days. no matter where I happen to be, when asked
that question.
And ten days answers their
question. 10 days is a reasonable amount of time even if they ask how far away
Alaska is. The Alaska plate is always a draw, and I understand the curiosity , but it’s remarkable no one ever asks how you could have possibly made it on two wheels riding on frozen roads, through northern blizzards, and the bone chilling cold of the Alaskan and Yukon’s interiors.
The Alcan Highway In Winter
Barstow is coming into view; it
has been a cold but good ride. Maybe it will be warmer tommorw….
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