But this was a BMW 650GS, and it was yellow, and it did have about 3 miles on it. Soooo….Off I fly to Boise, where Former BMW Owner picked me up at the airport.
Question: How can Boise get away with calling themselves the City of Trees? There are six trees. I counted.
Kind of FBO to pick me up at the airport, for sure. But in the hour-long drive back to his house I was schooled on various delightful subjects, including how illegal immigration is killing the economy, how Micron is outsourcing their engineering to China, who of course is stealing our secrets in service of their goal of taking over the USA.
Seriously, this dude is so conservative that he leaves conservative talk radio on in his house to keep his dogs company when he is gone. I’m not making this up.
We arrived at his compound before Cap’n Ron rolled in on his big ass 1200 GS from Lewiston to meet me.
“Hi Cap’n. Get me the FUCK out of here.”
How to break in a new bike? How about an 800 mile ride across Idaho and Washington? Sounds good.
Leg One: Garden City, ID to Clarkston, WA. 250 miles. One bee sting (Cap’n), several stops for food and fuel. GVB is happy with the 60+ miles per gallon he is getting. By Clarkston both Cap’n Ron and GVB are beat. Hotel? check. Cheesy waterfront restaurant with large beers? Check. Massive bedtime crash? Yes.
Leg Two: Clarkston, WA to Coulee City, WA. Lots of miles. I have no idea how many. Here is a photo of Cap’n Ron on one of the alleged roads we took through the Palouse.
Note: I think we caught the Palouse on the one day of the year it is absolutely beautiful. Perfect, in fact.
Note: Lind, WA is a ghost town. Scary. See photo below…
Cap’n Ron Jr. met us in Coulee city on his over-amped Buell.
Leg Three: Coulee City to Everett via Highway 20. Rain, wind, sun, mountains, Canadians (when are they going to build that fence to keep those fuckers out of our country), and sharp turns.
Signs Cap’n Ron likes:
Now? The 650 is all tucked in at the Urban Palace and The Colleague and I are out on the Sound. Sure we’re broken down in Port Townsend, but it beats workin’. More on the sailing fiasco as soon as Larry, Larry, and Darryl get done fixin’ the Hood.
3 comments:
coulee city and you didn't call?
just cause my bike isn't yellow and cannot function in the dirt.
did you go through grangeville or cottonwood, idaho?
you would love it there, lotsa culture, poetry and art and such
When we got to Coulee City I took off my helmet and said "Hey!! Anyone seen FPP??!!" No one answered so I figured you were out of town. Seriously, I would have called if I had yer number, tough guy.
I stopped at Grangeville for a cup of espresso on the way down to meet GVB but on the way back we flew through Grangeville and skimmed our way past Cottonwood. I didn't know anyone else realized that there was any culture to be had in Grangeville. Great little town, my favorite in Idaho as a matter of fact. I think GVB was distracted by the lesbian couple making out at the bar and forgot he even knew anyone in Coulee City until we were in Omak. I'll bug him for another trip that way on the bike. Maybe we can hook up and do the ride over Cache Creek Road. Some great twisties up there!
Cap'n Ron
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