Saturday and Sunday, August 21-22
Onto the Mojave desert we rode Interstate 40 east, in the afternoon with the temps hitting 107. We pulled into a rest stop to escape from the slow roasting oven on the road. Couldn't drink enough water, find enough shade, or breathe enough cool air to feel refreshed. It was "hot, hot, hot!"
Met a trucker, leathery and toothless who wanted to talk Goldwings. Harold owned 3 bikes he said. Rides a lot with his sons. He cautioned me about the California highways with their rain-grooved roads. Steals some of the traction under your tires.
Embiked again into the afternoon sun toward Barstow. We arrive well-done, after 397 roasting miles, check into a hotel, and jump into the swimming pool. We relax in the sun and breeze, reflecting on the distance we have come, and the accomplishment. Tomorrow will be the last day of riding across America. Two up on a Goldwing, coast to coast.
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