Motorcycle Adventure to California, Day 12
Jake, thanks for the advice, I heeded it too! I awoke at 0400 ready to go. Packed the bike and headed west at 0505. By the time I went five miles I was freezing. I pulled over and put on a sweatshirt, chaps and heavy gloves. I heard on the radio it was 45 degrees. By 1130 I had made my last stop and completed “The Loneliest Road in America”. It was nowhere near as desolate as I had imagined. In fact it was an absolutely beautiful ride. By the time I was finished, my rear tire was devoid of discernable tread and I was very nervous about proceeding further, but there was no choice. I called Carson City HD, told them who I was, what I was doing and the dilemma I was in. They said bring it in and they will put a new tire on for me. It was a 50 mile ride and I was really nervous, but arrived without incident. I got there at 1300, by 1430 the bike was ready to go. I have never been treated so well at any Harley Davidson dealership. There was a police motorcycle rodeo going on and there were hundreds of people there. The place is huge and clean as a hounds tooth. I was so impressed I asked one of the staff ladies where I could find the manager. She had a concerned look because she thought something was wrong, I told her it was quite the opposite. She took me to the owner; Richard Tapia. I told him of the exceptional manner in which I had been accommodated and he was pleased to hear my comments. My hat’s off to Matt, the technician that replaced the tire; Lauren, who answered the phone and told me to come in and Suzie who helped me find the owner is the huge crowd. Unfortunately I did not find anyone familiar with HDT.
Well, I’m in California! A little town called Walker on Hwy 395. 403.0 miles today, 4068 thus far on the adventure. Pictures to follow!
Jake, thanks for the advice, I heeded it too! I awoke at 0400 ready to go. Packed the bike and headed west at 0505. By the time I went five miles I was freezing. I pulled over and put on a sweatshirt, chaps and heavy gloves. I heard on the radio it was 45 degrees. By 1130 I had made my last stop and completed “The Loneliest Road in America”. It was nowhere near as desolate as I had imagined. In fact it was an absolutely beautiful ride. By the time I was finished, my rear tire was devoid of discernable tread and I was very nervous about proceeding further, but there was no choice. I called Carson City HD, told them who I was, what I was doing and the dilemma I was in. They said bring it in and they will put a new tire on for me. It was a 50 mile ride and I was really nervous, but arrived without incident. I got there at 1300, by 1430 the bike was ready to go. I have never been treated so well at any Harley Davidson dealership. There was a police motorcycle rodeo going on and there were hundreds of people there. The place is huge and clean as a hounds tooth. I was so impressed I asked one of the staff ladies where I could find the manager. She had a concerned look because she thought something was wrong, I told her it was quite the opposite. She took me to the owner; Richard Tapia. I told him of the exceptional manner in which I had been accommodated and he was pleased to hear my comments. My hat’s off to Matt, the technician that replaced the tire; Lauren, who answered the phone and told me to come in and Suzie who helped me find the owner is the huge crowd. Unfortunately I did not find anyone familiar with HDT.
Well, I’m in California! A little town called Walker on Hwy 395. 403.0 miles today, 4068 thus far on the adventure. Pictures to follow!
