Thursday, January 29, 2015

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.

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Picking up where we left off, I'd arrived just in time for the last night of the Las Vegas Bike Fest. My friends, Sash and Steve, already had a room at the Downtown Grand – it was going to be Motorcycle Camp again, but ritzier! They'd been working all week, so it was time to go out. Unable to just sit idly by with the party right downstairs, I rinsed off, recharged, and joined the leather and bandanna-clad fray (or not clad, for some).

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Requisite bikinied bar dancing at Hogs & Heifers.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
You two are so cute I could barf.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
It's like Comic-Con San Diego every night on Fremont Street.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
I guess I don't eat for free at Heart Attack Grill.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
In honor of Bourbon St, this one's for Davide.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Found a blinged out scoot at the bike show.

Feeling a bit super the next day, the three of us hit the new strip for Sash's birthday dinner: Brazilian BBQ.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Sash's first Brazilian?!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
It's Disneyland for adults in here.


Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
How can I carry a hat on the scooter...

It's about now that Rob and Kath texted saying they woke up to frost on their bikes. Here, I'm frolicking around in a summer dress. Ah yes, going from all the layers to as few layers as possible, within the span of one riding day.

So after two days of 'Vegas' old strip and new, this desert feeling was sort of getting to me. I had a powerful craving for a fresh banana, any fresh fruit actually. Still tired of riding, I wandered the daytime streets by foot in search of the elusive fruit, but was only met with drinks specials, cheap tank tops, and pizza. After three gas stations, a couple restaurants (buried in casinos), and a hopeless search for a grocery, any grocery, dehydration was setting in. I finally stumbled into an enormous Walgreens and loaded up on coconut water, a green apple, and the much desired banana. As soon as this headache goes away, I'm getting the scoot and pointing it to a Trader Joe's. This fake plastic town caters to impulses and overindulgence, but people do live here on a day to day basis. I'd just need to scratch deeper to find low key spots.

Rob, whom I met at Bikefest, invited me over for some tooling in his garage. I was more than happy to get away from the density and lights. He apologized for lack of excitement, but some unstructured downtime with scooter folk was just right. We capped the night with waffles (mine with fried chicken) at Blueberry Hill with his family.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
A veritable fleet of Lammies.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Toolin'.

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Day rides to Red Rock Canyon and the Hoover Dam.

Having found my bananas, replenished my cooler from an actual grocery store, and rested up from distance riding, I left the city for a couple day trips to see the sights, as they say.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Lake Mead area.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
I don't know if anyone even gives a dam about these captions.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Working myself into a state. Or two.

On a sidenote, I hadn't realized that prior to Vegas, I had my longest unbroken streak of nights camping (5 nights, rallies notwithstanding). My soft urbanite soul may wield a tiny titanium spork yet. That being said, I'm already exponentially more appreciative of the magics of a soft bed and climate control. Every night at the Downtown Grand, I sank into the most deep, delicious sleeps.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Red Rock Canyon.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Unbelievably vibrant red.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
It's $3 for motorcycles to ride this incredible loop.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Pretty rockin'.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Durr.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Scooter company at tiny town gas station.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Thanks for the fuel and water break, Jim.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Working afternoon, with $1 taco happy hour downstairs at the Commissary.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Even got to see a show in Vegas. Thanks, Rob!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Anything can happen in Vegas.

Sash came out of the bathroom laughing, "You're going to give the cleaners a heart attack!" I'd left this ostrich egg in the sink to soak, trying to remove the dirt in that one spot on the towel.

It came from Rachel, NV, when Mark and I dropped his uncle off at home. I darted inside to use the restroom, and discovered a hoarders nest. Mark had warned me, but my bladder persisted. This home was like an antique store that manifested a will of its own, and shed junk instead of dead skin cells. Business done, as I picked my way back to the front door my natural curiosity got the best of me. The egg caught my eye. "Do you know what this is?"

He just responded, "Do you want it?"

And that's how it came to live in my saddlebag. It's certainly one of the more odd things I've carried.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Wandered over to the Container Park.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Boutique stores and food stands live in repurposed shipping containers.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Food close ups. Look at that cute peel-top wine cup!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Three storey slide.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
View from the top.



You know there's no way I could resist taking the tallest slide. It's actually quite terrifying. You have no idea which way you'll be thrown in the dark, and it's an unnervingly long ride. It really is an adult playground here, and not in the adult way most people were probably thinking!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Biker bar in the morning light, scooter next to Steve's ST.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Thanks for the sign (Rob), it's time to get going.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Until next time, Steve!

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He snapped this awesome shot, I don't have many photos of myself riding.

It was a shame that Sash fell sick shortly after her birthday, and we didn't get to hang out as much as I'd hoped. In spite of that, I'm truly thankful for her and Steve tolerating me sharing their personal space for as long as I did, and letting me see them not at their shiniest. They both lead incredible lives, but often I suspect people just see the flashy side (especially Sash – seriously how does she carry such a fabulous wardrobe on her bike, saddle bag of holding?!), but don't see the pain and well...the other, less glamorous side. They form a nomadic team, playing to each other's strengths and accommodating for weakness, to make this live/work/ride thing work. I am a Padawan.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
We meet again.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Welcome to...Night Val–I mean, Death Valley.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Time and space seems to expand in the heat.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Glorious riding.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Hemmed in by mountain ranges and oppressive heat.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Badwater Basin, revisited. Can you spot sea level?

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It's 282 feet above.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Sweatin'.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Chatted with father and son, Marco and Michael, from my parking spot in the shade of their motorhome.
He called me a 'stoer girl' – something in Dutch?

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Thanks for the photo, I'll give you a shout next time I'm in the Netherlands!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Pretty hot (~100 F), but scooter has seen hotter.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Turned off the main drag to ride Artist's Drive.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Valley below.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
The road like a ribbon.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Mmm, neapolitan ice cream dreams...

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Can't. Stop. Photos.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
New record on scooter temp gauge at Furnace Creek: 43 C (~109 F).

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Mesquite Dunes in the distance. I think it's lovelier in moonlight, though.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
After 8-ish miles of dust and gravel.

Death Valley is a fever dream to ride though, hemmed in by mountain ranges. It was a far more intimate experience from the seat of a bike than a car (go figure). It felt like all the roads were new, yet the routes were already familiar to me (sweet, because I didn't pick up a map from the east entrance!). Distant glinting cars crawled like beetles along the roads, which blurred into sand at the edges. I hit a long stretch of gravel construction outside the park. The sheriff's car followed behind me for a while, then blasted past in a cloud of dust when they lost patience with my cartoonishly plodding pace. The town of Trona, and a series of other empty, unfortunate towns were strung along the state highways like burnt out Christmas lights.

In an astounding contrast that just seems to be California's thing, while I was still contemplating the desolation of the desert it turned into hills and forest. The Sequoias greeted me again.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Trees are glowing!

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Oh, California, make up your mind.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Delicious curves. Ride all day.

I overnighted at an infuriatingly expensive campground in the town of Kernville, a saccharine tourist blotch in the otherwise lovely Sequoia National Forest. Drat, I knew I should have stopped earlier at Lake Isabella. The riding was so lovely though, I rode till the curtain of darkness dropped around me and my options were limited.

Where Do I Find A Damn Banana, and Death Valley. Oct 4 - 11, 2014.
Fruit break.

Again, there is nothing redeeming about the middle of California, except possibly this fruit stand by the highway. I bought some sweet plums and the guys at the table invited me sit with them in shade while I ate one. I didn't speak Spanish and they didn't speak English.

It's always harder for me to 'come back', but Kevin's guest room does have a soft bed. Back to Bay Area for now, and settling in for winter.

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  2. "Stoer" in Dutch means "sturdy," which I would say is appropriate in this case.

    I remain incredibly jealous of individuals such as yourself, Sash and Tina. I want very much to live on the road (or, at least, partially so) but can't seem to work it out. This gives way to personal crises as it forces me to ponder my deep fear that I am, in fact, a stupid person. I worry that I am simply not creative/intelligent/industrious enough to be independent.

    Also, I, for one, give a damn about captions.

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