{"id":236,"date":"2010-09-11T21:46:39","date_gmt":"2010-09-12T03:46:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/ChainsBreakingChains\/?p=236"},"modified":"2010-09-11T21:46:39","modified_gmt":"2010-09-12T03:46:39","slug":"what-day-is-is-now-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/2010\/09\/11\/what-day-is-is-now-8\/","title":{"rendered":"What day is is now? 8?"},"content":{"rendered":"
It is September 11, and to start out, my prayers are with the for all the victims, in the widest sense possible, of the 9-11 attacks.<\/div>\n
I feel like every day I attempt to write up the events of the last 24 hours, I have no words to describe what happened. Today is no different. \u00a0The day started early, and while I thought I would wake up before the expected sunrise hour, I got the whole time shift thing wrong and the sun was already up by 6:30 am.<\/div>\n
The bike was lightly packed, mainly with tools, camera stuff, and water, all riding in the top case. The Safari cases remained behind.<\/div>\n
The weather was chilli, and looking on the GPS altimeter, I was sitting at over 4,000 feet above sea level. \u00a0I descended into Death Valley, and entered the park through Hell’s Gate. \u00a0As I soon would find out, pretty much all names in the park have some infernal connection. \u00a0As I rode down into the valley the temperature started picking up, as the feet started dropping. \u00a0A wild ram was there on the road side to great me, as I noticed the feet on the altimeter kept dropping. \u00a0Soon I reacher -226 feet below sea level. \u00a0Trying to describe Death Valley is like trying to describe what is going on in a snow globe that has just been up ended, or in one of those tornado bottles at the museum store. \u00a0It all just seems like an over simplification.<\/div>\n
Before getting to the park’s visitor center, I stopped by the borax mines. \u00a0I walked around, and on the way back, I happened upon a group of elderly German tourists, who were to happy so see a German bike in ‘der Wueste’. \u00a0One of them was from Bayern, the B for BeMWU, and very proud to see the work of her city represented. \u00a0I, on the other side, was proud to see how well my rusty ol’ German actually worked.<\/div>\n
I checked in to the visitor station, where a patient park ranger explained to me what I should try to hit in the two days that I am visiting the park. \u00a0She said she thought I was a really funny guy, to what I said that she should let Sandra know that. \u00a0She promised to send her a post card saying “I am visiting with your husband, and he is a really funny guy”. \u00a0She actually praised me for making sure I was wearing the proper motorcycle safety gear and gave me a good number of excellent pointers. \u00a0Unfortunatelly, she also mentioned that the Eureka singing sand dunes, and the moving rocks, should not be attempted by a lone motorcycle rider. \u00a0While disappointed, since those were part of my goals of the trip, I was quick to take her advice.<\/div>\n
I spent the day riding around, filled wiht joy and praise for our Creator. \u00a0I must highlight though, the ride through the Artist Drive, which is a single lane road that takes one through a twisty canyon, where the colors of the minerals create a veritable artists palette right in the middle of the the desert. \u00a0Also worthy, is the Devil’s Golf Course. \u00a0A dirt rode of about a mile, leads to this site, in the middle of the salt plane, which is an expanse of bowling ball out crops from the grounds, that are all festooned with salt crystals. \u00a0It is hard to decide if what was pushed up from the ground, and what was eroded down.<\/div>\n
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Freedom Flag at BadWater<\/p><\/div>\n

A bit down this road, is one of the most famous land marks of Death Valley, the Badwater region, which is a salt flat area, bigger than New Jersey, and below sea level, where salts and minerals accumulate above the surface. \u00a0I took a picture there, of one of the flags for the 27 million, but out of respect for the natural environment, I did not plant it there. \u00a0Still, I walked down quite a bit into it, and took a photo with one of the orange flags. \u00a0Back in the parking lot I met a nice, young couple from Switzerland, with whom I shared the reason for this trip.<\/p><\/div>\n

After Badwater I rode a few more miles South, before returning to the visitor center area for lunch. \u00a0There I observed a number of German visitors riding Harleys. \u00a0What a contrast, a single guy from the US, me, riding a BMW, and a bunch of Germans riding Harleys.<\/div>\n
After lunch I went to fill up the gas tank. \u00a0Boy do they think highly of their gasoline there. \u00a0I had a chance to meet another BeMWu rider, a guy who had ridden down from Alberta. \u00a0We talked for a while, and I took the chance to ask him about a sound that has been nagging me. \u00a0I have been having the suspission that the starter motor may be flakey, but after describing it he said they all do that, and not to worry. \u00a0My impression is though, that when it is cold, it has a hard time turning. \u00a0Thing to do, make sure to warm the beast up in the mornings.<\/div>\n
From the gas station it was up to Zabrisky Point, another famous landmark, where one can see the ocre hills. I was thinking, and may still try this tomorrow, that this would be a great place for sunset. \u00a0Feeling pretty good about myself, I took on the next thing, the Twenty Mule Team Canyon. \u00a0This is another dirt road, and I was just feeling like Ewan McGregor, riding standing on the foot pegs. Well, like Ewan, I also went down when the road took a sharp turn, and the sand made the rear wheel spin right off from under me. \u00a0Dog! \u00a0The thing I did worry about. \u00a0I was out in the middle of a dirt road, which means many toursist do not come down that way, with a 600 plus pound bike down. \u00a0First of all, I must say I the safety gear I was praised for earlier in the day, did its job. \u00a0Not a single injury. \u00a0The bike, likewise. \u00a0The crash bars protected the whole thing. \u00a0I turned the engine off, and tried to upright the bike. \u00a0You are supposed to do this while by puttind the small of your back against the bike seat, and one hand on the tail rack, and the other on the handle bar. \u00a0Then push back, and the bike should slowly come up. \u00a0Small problem here, the ground was so slippery with sand and pebbles that there was no pushing back. \u00a0Next best thing was to prop it up as much as I could with the tail trunk under the bike to keep the gasoline from spilling from the top of the tank, drop as much of the gear as I could, take all the water bottles with me, and walk to the begining of the trail. \u00a0In my mind I was contemplating walking at least a few miles to the road, in 100 plus temperatures, to get someone to help me with the bike. \u00a0I had all the water I could carry, and my safety whistle.<\/div>\n
Well no sooner had I started walking, than a young couple from Italy came barreling down the road on their rented SUV, and in less than it takes to tell, they helped me upright the bike. \u00a0We talked for a short moment, and they made sure I was OK. \u00a0Then they noticed the Parma Panthers sticker on my tail trunk, and we had a good laugh together. \u00a0They followed me at a distance to make sure all was OK, and that I would be able to make it back to the tarmack. \u00a0From there, it was up to Dante’s View, where one can observe the expanse of the valley. \u00a0I sat there for a while, and it was there that the slip and fall caught up with me a bit. \u00a0In the end, it was a very gentle reminder that things can indeed \u00a0happen everywhere, and that His hand can soften any fall.<\/div>\n
Back in the parking lot, I met another group of Harley riders, this time from France. \u00a0They were on a two-week tour that had left San Fransisco. \u00a0One of them shared his praises for the BeMWu design, and mentioning how ‘Theze Harley’s, they just loud putt, putt, and fry your legs”. \u00a0What can I say? \u00a0This is the second time I hear that in as many days.<\/div>\n
Feeling a bit tired, I decided to head back home with the idea of finding the famous Amargosa Opera house on the way back to Beatty. \u00a0 I failed miserably at this, but I could hardly complain. \u00a0In Beatty I checked got to my motel room, changedmy clothes quickly, especially my boots, which are finally fally appart after eight years of service, and walked to a local saloon to have a cold beer.<\/div>\n
What I found there was a scene right out of a book or a movie. \u00a0A couple of guys in full cowboy outfit with single action revolvers hanging from their belts, and one of them with a handle bar moustache that would have made my dad, or Jack Schuster, envious. \u00a0There was an old lady there too, and a guy from Amarillo, who has been touring the country for the last 3 weeks on … a Harley. \u00a0We talked about Wolf Creek pass in Colorado, and that darned Raton route in New Mexico, all while a bunch of people over 50 drank beer, and shots, and watched a re-run of the Lawrence Welk show from 1979.<\/div>\n
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P.S. The Brit who is riding with this dad just left a not on the BeMWu. \u00a0They are at this motel too. \u00a0\ud83d\ude42 \u00a0??<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It is September 11, and to start out, my prayers are with the for all the victims, in the widest sense possible, of the 9-11 attacks. I feel like every day I attempt to write up the events of the last 24 hours, I have no words to describe what happened. Today is no different.… Read More »What day is is now? 8?<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journey"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2o6Hc-3O","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=236"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=236"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=236"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jaderiderjourneys.com\/2endslavery\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=236"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}