Day Seven: Mesquite, NV to Los Angeles, CA
Distance: 358 miles
We’re back home, yay! These photos are by Dan. Thanks.
Cowboying up at the Casablanca Resort and Casino in Mesquite, NV before our final push home.
A pair of ducks while gassing up in Mesquite, NV. Steve takes cover behind his bike.
Myung soaking down in Baker before the 90+ degree ride through the Mojave Desert.
That’s a lot of miles for a week on a bike.
Day Six: Nephi, UT to Mesquite, NV
Distance: 426 miles
A caterpillar at a rest stop off of Highway 24 in Utah wanted a ride. I said “No” and flung it off.
Nice local scenery in Torrey, UT.
Up and over the summit on Highway 12 in Utah.
A tunnel on Highway 12 in Utah near Bryce Canyon National Park.
Steve plays chicken outside a tunnel at Zion National Park in Utah.
Steve, Andy and Dan looking nothing like tourists at Zion National Park in Utah.
The long and dark tunnel at Zion National Park.
Myung taking pictures at Zion National Park when he should really be concentrating on riding.
Day Five: Tooele, UT to Nephi, UT
Distance: 104 miles
Steve ready for another day at the races.
Dan, Andy and Steve checking out the wonders of Nephi, UT on the way to dinner.
Steve finally gets his honey at Lisa’s Country Kitchen in Nephi, UT.
Finally some racing.
Steve’s had enough of us.
Bike lot getting full on Saturday
Steve and the Suzuki girl.
Dan and the HannSpree girls.
Ducati was nice enough to provide a fashion show…I forget what they were selling.
Myung and the Corona girls. I think I like Corona beer now.
Here’s a token race shot.
Day three: Moab, UT to Salt Lake City, UT
Distanc: 255 miles
Quite a bit of trucks on Highway 6 on the way to Salt Lake City.
Yummm. Nothing like a free motorcycle shop hot dog.
Ummm, Julie…Dan’s bringing something home with him.
Myung is signaling how “L”ucky Steve is to be riding with a swell bunch of guys
Margaritas at Red Iguana in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Another goofy tourist photo…in front of a restaurant.
It’s always a good dinner when the alcohol tab is more than the food.
Day two: Flagstaff, AZ to Moab, UT
Distance: 328 miles
A collection of critters we had to avoid on our trip.
Myung outside of Monument Valley, Utah.
Outside of Monument Valley, Utah.
A fine, nutritious lunch at the Shell gas station in Mexican Hat, Utah. Obviously, dining options were very limited in this town.
So Steve, how do you REALLY feel about not having to go to work?
Dan’s not drunk, he’s taking a picture…really.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
Steve finds this trip very relaxing.
Forget high-tech GPS, we can find our own way.
Steve and Andy in a giving mood at the rock with no name Utah.
Myung in front of the rock with no name. If any of you know what it’s called, post a comment.
BMW does make barcaloungers as Andy uses his at Wilson Arch in Utah.
Steve and Duc at Wilson Arch, Utah.
Dan and Duc at Wilson Arch, Utah.
Andy prepares to devour his cheese-free BBQ chicken dinner at Moab Diner in Moab, Utah.
Food and lots of it at Moab Diner in, you guessed it, Moab, Utah.
“Hey Dan, pull my finger…”
Myung, Dan, Steve and Andy are taking a motorcycle trip to Salt Lake City to catch the World Superbike races at Miller Motorsports. It’s three days there, weekend of races and then two days to get back. Now why would we do something as silly as riding for days upon days when there is an invention called an airplane? Because we’re masochists. Sit back and enjoy our pain.
Day one: Burbank, CA to Flagstaff, AZ.
Distance: 500 miles.
The neighbors like nothing more than for you to warm up the motorcycle at 5:34 a.m.
Myung on I-10 headed out of the Coachella Valley and into the wonder that is Arizona.
Pop Tarts…the preferred snack of motorcyclists.
Tanks and motorcycles. Just another day in the desert.
Dan and Duc crossing into Arizona. Yep, still on the I-10.
Steve gassing and wiping off bug goop in Prescott, AZ.
The bikes were happy with lunch at the Gurley Street Grill in Prescott, AZ and now they want to play again.
Steve leading the way to Jerome, AZ. We made him lead.
Steve still leading…this time into Sedona, AZ.
Dan likes to take pictures of pink, prickly pig statues.
Our shadows are happy to be in Sedona, AZ.
Myung, Steve, Andy and Dan doing the goofy tourist photo in Sedona, AZ. Damn, that’s quite a helmet-head I’m sporting.
