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Dirt Monger
Eventually we ended up in a creek bed known as the Painted Canyon Wash which was rutted up, sandy and not easy to ride for me with my back heavy bike. I ended up loosing the front end at around 10mph with my left foot caught under the soft bag. It was about 10am by then and already hot and strangely humid. After I got the bike shut off and before I got my foot unpinned I was wondering if anyone would carve a nice headstone for me if I ended dried up under the bike.
Got my foot out from under, righted the bike and got going again. This sucked. We ended up coming out of the creek bed and a few minutes later were on the "main drag" dirt road heading next to the railroad tracks and to Gerlach. We were sitting there catching our breath and getting a drink, we were both a bit worn by this point. As we are sitting on our asses, we see another bike heading our way from the East at a fast pace. Another KTM. This one was a Super Enduro, with two hard bags on the side, bedroll on the back. Wish I would have gotten a picture of the guy, but he was wearing a old one piece that looked like it was insulated and had been slept in. The rider had a huge smile and was obviously glad to see someone. Out by himself on the way from Ely he had been on the road for a couple of months and was heading back to Oregon for some endure. He started out in Washington State and had been thru Arizona and was now doing the Nevada Desert. He was 70 years old. Again I felt like a wimp, and was in awe of his grit. We were all going to Gerlach for fuel and he said he might see us there. As he sped away I told my bud "we will not catch him in town". Sure enough he had already fueled up and was gone.
Got my foot out from under, righted the bike and got going again. This sucked. We ended up coming out of the creek bed and a few minutes later were on the "main drag" dirt road heading next to the railroad tracks and to Gerlach. We were sitting there catching our breath and getting a drink, we were both a bit worn by this point. As we are sitting on our asses, we see another bike heading our way from the East at a fast pace. Another KTM. This one was a Super Enduro, with two hard bags on the side, bedroll on the back. Wish I would have gotten a picture of the guy, but he was wearing a old one piece that looked like it was insulated and had been slept in. The rider had a huge smile and was obviously glad to see someone. Out by himself on the way from Ely he had been on the road for a couple of months and was heading back to Oregon for some endure. He started out in Washington State and had been thru Arizona and was now doing the Nevada Desert. He was 70 years old. Again I felt like a wimp, and was in awe of his grit. We were all going to Gerlach for fuel and he said he might see us there. As he sped away I told my bud "we will not catch him in town". Sure enough he had already fueled up and was gone.
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Seriously, no knobs down the middle. I have a photo somewhere. You wouldn't believe it.

Epic ride report!


