Generally one would drive this, but I had bigger and better plans. I stuffed two bikes, golf clubs, camping gear, a guitar and a bunch of other junk into my car and hit the road. Along the way I made stops in Glenwood Springs, CO to mountain bike with a friend. The next day I hit the road early and made a pitstop in Moab to ride Slickrock trail. Note to self, the desert is hot in mid August. After the ride I got back on the road and made it to Vegas for the night. My jalopy made it to Anaheim the next day and I spent the next week hanging out with friends, watching baseball, and biking around the roads and hills of southern California before heading north to the SF bay area to spend some time with my parents. A new dirt jump park popped up next to their house and I was launching my Yeti as much as I could, but still being upstaged by kids on BMX bikes.
I'm guilty of not taking out the camera until I saw this floating mountain in the Utah salt flats on the way home.
I really enjoy the open highways of the west. I've driven through most of the US states and a few other countries and there just aren't many stretches like this. Certainly the plains have longer/straighter shots of road, but those are just hypnotizing. I was so happy to have cruise control and play a game with myself called "how far away is that hill".
All of the riding and fun on the jump track took its toll on my bike. It's needed new shock seals for a while, but I finally got the time to take it into the shop and have them do it. The great question of "how to you bike to the bike shop then bike home" question was answered with some bungees and zip ties to my old SS.
