No Thru Traffic

I cant help but relate our trip to the song by The Shangri-Las called Leader of The Pack. Mainly because its the only song that involves motorcycles, engine noises and candy stores. Since we have both been spending lots of our time at the candy shops drinking malts and talking about boys it only seems plausible that Leader of The Pack was written about us. You probably think I am crazy when I talk about how hard and edgy we are, how we ride all day through fire and shoot flames from our exhaust. You may think its all a joke and that we are just two nice young adults out on holiday. Well we were cute when we started but riding has changed us. When we are out all day on the highway burning up the asphalt we started to change. Our skin became thick with dirt and bugs. Our diets of raw cow and deer have increased out muscles. Somewhere along the way we lost our shirts so our skin has become leather and our eyes have started to become mean and dark from the sand and grime. Our bikes have turned into machines with minds of their own and our gear has become more intimidating. When we ride through town mothers rush out to lock up their daughters, men cry and dogs bark. We are road warriors now, our homes are on the highway. If you still dont believe me, this most recent photo of us will have you eating your words.

Alex and I on I-70 East towards Denver

Life on the road is no easy ride. We have to make good time and food is scarce so we end up eating at Subway a lot. I usually get a veggie footlong and Alex gets a combination of meats. We usually make it a meal and get the chips and drinks, but Alex usually saves the chips for tent time later. Earlier today shortly before the previous picture was taken Alex was riding ahead and his subway chip bag exploded all over the highway. I burned rubber and was able to follow close enough behind to catch the chips in my mouth as they glided through the air. Lucky for me they were Baked Lays which allowed them to stay adrift much longer. As Alex watched in his mirror he later compared it to a fish jumping out of a stream to catch bugs.

Yesterday we left Zion and headed to Bryce Canyon. We ate some microwave burritos and talked about how much room I had in my saddle bags for cosmetics. The Canyons were pretty amazing and we spent a lot of time taking photos and wandering around. After that we headed to Capitol Reef and had a gorgeous ride along a ridgeline where each side of us was sheer cliffs and then plains as far as you could see. We ended our day in a KOA in Hanksville where we hid in our tent from the spider that guarded the power outlet.

Bryce Canyon

Today was a long day. We went through our morning routine of complaining about who has more stuff to pack and sorting through our yardsale to figure out who’s sock was who’s. We hit the highway and headed to Arches National Park. It was roughly 190 degrees when we decided to blow that popsicle stand and head to somewhere colder. The Moab desert was not a good choice. If only life were like a Capri Sun commercial. We had a delicious Mexican lunch in town and then poured out into the heat once again. Alex wanted to see if he could take all of his stuff off his bike, so he did. Then he had to put it all back on and we headed to a local mechanic to get Alex a new chain. After the new chain was on we got back on the highway and aimed towards Denver. We made it all the way to halfway to Denver before it started to get dark. So tonight we slumber in an RV park right off i-70.

Easy Rider highway

-Ryan