I just finished my first Iron Butt ride yesterday. I’ve done several long days riding before, the longest being approx 850 miles, but this would be my first 1000+ mile ride. I had no doubt that I could do it and originally wanted to do the 1500 miles in 36 hours, but my girlfriend talked me into the 1000 first. Since I knew she was nervous about it, I figured it would be wise to do the 1000 first if I wanted to do any others after that.
I read up what would be needed to qualify for a successful Iron Butt ride on Sunday and printed up the forms needed for the SaddleSore 1000. Since I’m on my days off right now, I figured Tuesday would be a good day to attempt it. I thought since it’s a work day, the highways wouldn’t be as crowded.
I decided this would be my route (removed my home address for obvious reasons, but its close to where I have the start and end) :
My Saddle Sore 1000 Route.
I did an oil change on Monday and got the bike ready for an early leave on Tuesday morning. I left my garage at 4:30 am to beat the Bay Area rush hour traffic.
By 6:00 am I was in Fairfield, just after 9:00 am I was riding past Redding. It was supposed to get pretty hot, but so far it was the perfect riding conditions. The terrain turned from plains heading to Redding into Mountains.
I decided to verify my turn near Ashland in Oregon before I turned East towards Lakeview, Nevada. The plan was to turn just before Ashland onto highway 66 but I ended up riding up into Ashland to find a Chevron. I’ve found they are reliable for giving you a gas receipt that always has the stations address, date and time. It wasn’t always possible but I tried to make Chevron my first choice.
I filled up again in Ashland and hit Highway 66. It was a pretty cool stretch of road. It had lots of curves and tight corners, in a way it reminded me a lot of the stretch of road the heads out to Stinson Beach across from the Golden Gate. It had that same kind of sketchy patch job from land slides. It was full of deep dips and very uneven spots, it was almost like a roller coaster. I saw several sport bikes that passed me going the other way so I assume it’s a popular local road. It wasn’t as fast as I was hoping though. Since it was so curvy it ate up a lot of time going across it. Eventually I reached Bly where I had a pit stop. Near Bly, the land turned from hilly with the heavy smell of dry forest into drier desert type terrain.
I met an old guy around 75 or so. He pulled up to the junk store beside the town store in an 80’s red corvette. He called it his “pickup”, because “I use it to pick up girls!” He has an old Honda bike that a friend gave him and we talked bikes for a while. He was a real character and worth talking to for 20 minutes.
Around 20 miles from Lakeview I caught up to a huge motorhome pulling a jeep behind it. They were really booking (well, for a motorhome) through a curvy section and crossed well over the double yellow line on almost EVERY corner. I got pretty pissed watching it but when we hit a straight section, I blew past them.
Lakeview was a nice enough little town and I putted along into it behind a husband and wife team on Harley’s towing a wee trailer. While filling up and taking a break, the motorhome arrived. I was going to say something to the driver, but when he hopped out he was a little old man, real old, probably over 75. I figured I could probably yell at him for over an hour and he wouldn’t give a crap. I let my anger go and hopped back onto the bike. It was already 3 pm and I was falling way behind on my schedule. I was enjoying the spectacular scenery off the major highway, but these small secondary roads were really eating up my time. No sweat though, I still felt great at the 538 mile mark and didn’t mind if I got back home late at night.
From Lakeview I headed South, back into California for another 40 miles or so along Highway 395. Along the way I passed Goose Lake, it’s so freaking huge it’s amazing. The scenery through there was top notch but I started getting lazy with the photos since I wanted to try and make up some time. Somewhere near Goose Lake I hit a 10 mile stretch home to the Super Grasshopper. I was riding around 65mph through that stretch and they would hit me like paintballs. I’ve hit plenty of grasshoppers before, but was like these suckers had armor on. They were actually uncomfortable to hit. I ended up hunkering down as low behind my windshield as I could and tucking my legs as close to the bike as possible. Even then, it still sucked.
I turned East onto Highway 447 back into Nevada. This turned into a pretty hardcore road. Slowly civilization vanished, the road became thinner and the landscape turned into hardcore Nevada nothing. My GPS said I had approx 120 miles of road to ride through. The first 60 miles I saw no other person going any direction. I ended up having to ride very slow for a large part of it, bouncing between 20 miles an hour to 55. Large sections of the road were complete crap with the poorest patch jobs I have ever seen. Grooves that grabbed the tires, loose gravel all over the road and corners with big pot holes. Riding through the high passes I had to go real slow since you could only see small sections of road before it would do a turn and vanish. The lack of signs for the corners meant you had no info on what kind of corner it was. You would go around a bend and not know if you were coming up to a gentle curve or a hairpin. Throw in the gravel all over the road and it made things real interesting. The section of the Nevada border to Gerlach had only a tiny number of people living in it. I saw maybe 3 lonely houses, but plenty of dirt tracks that headed into the hills. It made me wish I had a light dual sport bike and find out where they go.
Eventually I pulled into Gerlach, home of Burning Man and the Playa. (The last photo is the Playa taken at the Shell station) I’ve been to Burning Man twice and thought the Playa looked far nicer without the hippys on it. It had taken a real toll on my schedule to get there, I had hoped to be there far sooner then the 6 pm that I pulled in at. The speed limits were pretty low once I got off the major highways. Once I reached Gerlach they jumped back up to 70 mph, it felt great to finally be moving at a good clip again.
I pulled into a gas station at 7 pm (Loves Gas, about 20-30 miles East of Reno) and then hit 80 to take me back home. I managed to get about half way through the mountains before it got dark. The moon was only a sliver so it got REAL dark. I hooked up behind another vehicle hoping they would be a good animal bumper if there were any on the road and used the extra light they spread to see the road better. There was a LOT of road construction from Reno almost all the way home. That made large parts of it 55mph or slower, and since they do the construction at night, you were guaranteed a CHP car at each location to discourage speeding up. Ugh… From there it was to Sacramento, then Stockton (smelled like dog shit riding through it…) then Livermore and finally home.
The first gas station I stopped at gave me a receipt with no time on it. Luckily, I only put a couple bucks of gas in just in case. I found a Chevron, that I was sure would be closed, but was actually open close to my house and got the receipt I needed. I pulled into my garage at 12:30 that night. According to my Zumo 550 GPS, I had ridden 1068.9 miles in approx 20 hours of almost non stop riding.
I was an odd feeling pulling into the garage. I almost felt like I had gone on some motorcycle vacation. I had passed through so many different types of terrain and been far from home.
Physically, I was pretty much ok. My throttle hand was kind of sore along with my butt and back, but all in all, I was in pretty good shape. I’m sure I could do the 1500 mile run, although with that ride, I think I’ll stick to just major highways.
Now all thats left is to put my info packet of receipts (I stopped and got gas just for the receipts to verify my route a lot more then I have included in my ride report) and send them off!
WOOT!