The Big Bang
July, 1998
On arriving in Ely, Nevada, for
the Big Bang, a high-miles endurance ride sponsored by the folks at Reno
BMW, I was pleased to see most of the veterans of endurance riding already
gathered. Events like these are special, if for no other reason than
their ability to bring together a select group of people from around the
country, all with varied lifestyles, for the purpose of doing a little
riding and a lot of BS'ing. The pre-ride banquet was a feast high in
carbohydrates and high powered advice from some of the most experienced
long distance riders in the world.
As I pulled out of the parking
lot of the Hotel Nevada the next morning, my goal for the next 24 hours
was to achieve a personal best 24 hour mileage. Simply put, I would need
to ride a minimum of 1,600 miles in the allotted time. I had a looped
route laid out that covered 750 miles. I was going to ride it twice, then
decide how to get the remaining needed mileage based on the time I had
left.
At the 12 hour mark I had
ridden 1, 048 miles, convincing me that a 2,000 mile day was definitely
possible. My route had me traveling over 630 miles of two-lane Nevada
back roads, with the remainder of the miles on I-80. My original plan of
riding the route in daylight , noting any hazards or problems, worked
well. Police activity was low on the first lap and, except for a few cows
on the road, conditions were perfect.
Everything was going according
to plan as I pulled into Ely at the end of the second lap. I had 1,500
miles under my belt and 6 hours to go before I was due back in. A quick
check of the bike reveled that my rear tire had not handled the previous
19 hours of high speed riding too well. I figured I had about 200 miles
left on the tire at the speeds I had been riding. I switched from the
2,000 mile goal to a more modest 1,800.
I rode East from Ely to Delta,
Utah, just over 150 miles. I was now "cruising" at speeds around 75 to
80, conserving what was left of my tire. The 300 mile round trip brought
me back to Ely with over an hour to spare and enough tire tread left to
get me home to Colorado the next day.
The concluding banquet featured
great food and many pleasing stories. Sometimes the camaraderie of this
group actually outshines the riding. Well, almost.
George Barnes