Here's some pictures of Dad & I in Colorado the last week & a half. This is downtown Telluride which is so unbelievably beautiful it makes me queasy. That's a running waterfall on the mountains way in the background.
Dad dropped his bike on it's side here but wasn't the least bothered by it. Without missing a beat he said "Hey Erik, maybe you can pick that bike up, I'm busy enjoying the scenery."
Second Night we stayed in Glenwood Springs. The town is named for mineral baths that date back to the late 1800's. I think that these square pools were built in this configuration in the 20's & have been updated a few times since then. I wish I would've gotten a picture when the pools were packed, but I waited until after I soaked for a couple hours & everyone left. Was it something I said maybe? The perspective is decieving, the far pool is 4 times the size of the near pool. Near one is 120ish degrees, far one is 100ish I think. They are kept to exact tolerances, but my memory isn't.
Here we are entering Rocky Mountain National Park. I'm the one with no hair, sunglasses, and the cool bike. On this subject: I had to wait up for him once (not here in the park) after blowing off some steam so to speak. Dad made the comment that maybe I could shop for an adult's bike sometime. I told him I can shop for one on ebay when I'm in traction from this one. He liked that.
Continuing along that theme- traction can't help you if your brain has been removed from your skull. The likelyhoood of this occuring increases exponentially with your devotion to the composition of solo helmetless motorcycle action photographs. The likelyhood of someone deciding to take up this pastime increases with the tightness of one's goggles. Lecture me, I can't hear you because my ears are ringing.
We rode through the park in short sleeves, it was just on the verge of too cold (High 40's to low 50's at the top, 12,080' above sea level). Keeping in mind that it was 115 degrees back home in Vegas made it easy. Having to hurry to stay out of this storm helped also. Apparently it dropped nearly a foot of hail in some parts of the park. It kept looking like we were heading into it, it'd just start to rain on us, then the road would turn abruptly & we'd be back out of it for a while.
I took this next one a few days later when I went back through with my brother in law on his bike. There's another little lake just starting to show in the lower left corner. This place is just unreal.
Shall I tell you of my attempt to make the trip home (without dad) in 10 hours for no good reason? Well, I will. I ran out of gas 8 miles from Salinas, Utah. My bike goes exactly 174.4 miles on a tank of gas if you keep the needle on the left at "100". I filled up in Grand Junction, then laughed at the gas station 30 miles down the road knowing I had at least 150 miles worth of gas, and there couldn't possibly be NO gas until Salinas anyhow, that'd just be silly.
So here's a big THANK YOU to George from Vegas, a mover driving an empty truck with a lift gate. I was perfectly happy to listen to him lecture me about passing him an hour ago going very very fast. "If you keep that up you're going to die before you're 30, man. Plus you wouldn't have run out of gas, it's only 8 miles and almost all downhill." So the rest of the way, I let the ipod play velvet underground records instead of ramones, relaxed and slowed down. It took about 13 1/2 hours and clocked in at 870 miles. I wasn't going to make it in 10 anyhow, even if I'd not run dry. I thought it was more like 770. Did I mention it was hot out?
Dad dropped his bike on it's side here but wasn't the least bothered by it. Without missing a beat he said "Hey Erik, maybe you can pick that bike up, I'm busy enjoying the scenery."
Second Night we stayed in Glenwood Springs. The town is named for mineral baths that date back to the late 1800's. I think that these square pools were built in this configuration in the 20's & have been updated a few times since then. I wish I would've gotten a picture when the pools were packed, but I waited until after I soaked for a couple hours & everyone left. Was it something I said maybe? The perspective is decieving, the far pool is 4 times the size of the near pool. Near one is 120ish degrees, far one is 100ish I think. They are kept to exact tolerances, but my memory isn't.
Here we are entering Rocky Mountain National Park. I'm the one with no hair, sunglasses, and the cool bike. On this subject: I had to wait up for him once (not here in the park) after blowing off some steam so to speak. Dad made the comment that maybe I could shop for an adult's bike sometime. I told him I can shop for one on ebay when I'm in traction from this one. He liked that.
Continuing along that theme- traction can't help you if your brain has been removed from your skull. The likelyhoood of this occuring increases exponentially with your devotion to the composition of solo helmetless motorcycle action photographs. The likelyhood of someone deciding to take up this pastime increases with the tightness of one's goggles. Lecture me, I can't hear you because my ears are ringing.
We rode through the park in short sleeves, it was just on the verge of too cold (High 40's to low 50's at the top, 12,080' above sea level). Keeping in mind that it was 115 degrees back home in Vegas made it easy. Having to hurry to stay out of this storm helped also. Apparently it dropped nearly a foot of hail in some parts of the park. It kept looking like we were heading into it, it'd just start to rain on us, then the road would turn abruptly & we'd be back out of it for a while.
I took this next one a few days later when I went back through with my brother in law on his bike. There's another little lake just starting to show in the lower left corner. This place is just unreal.
Shall I tell you of my attempt to make the trip home (without dad) in 10 hours for no good reason? Well, I will. I ran out of gas 8 miles from Salinas, Utah. My bike goes exactly 174.4 miles on a tank of gas if you keep the needle on the left at "100". I filled up in Grand Junction, then laughed at the gas station 30 miles down the road knowing I had at least 150 miles worth of gas, and there couldn't possibly be NO gas until Salinas anyhow, that'd just be silly.
So here's a big THANK YOU to George from Vegas, a mover driving an empty truck with a lift gate. I was perfectly happy to listen to him lecture me about passing him an hour ago going very very fast. "If you keep that up you're going to die before you're 30, man. Plus you wouldn't have run out of gas, it's only 8 miles and almost all downhill." So the rest of the way, I let the ipod play velvet underground records instead of ramones, relaxed and slowed down. It took about 13 1/2 hours and clocked in at 870 miles. I wasn't going to make it in 10 anyhow, even if I'd not run dry. I thought it was more like 770. Did I mention it was hot out?
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1stxer:
Nice pics .... seems like you had a heck of a good time. 
vestal:
I can't wait to head out that way - some day.