The New Adventures Of Ultra Man

I have no desire to put anyone's panties in a knot showing pics of "The Other Brand" but I was ordered by the Mayor to keep him and the council updated on my whereabouts. So I will keep it brief. Just a fast update not my usual psychotic travelogue. The wife had a one day business trip to California and of course this sounds like a seven day bike trip to me. Monday morning she headed to the airport and I slide away on the Ultra under cover of a pea soup fog.

Get to the border and the conversation was interesting. Where are you off to? Las Vegas. What's going on there? My wife is on business in LA and we are going to meet in Vegas for a couple days. What's going on there? Ummm! …. Dinner, maybe a show and stuff, little hoky poky if I play my cards right. So you are riding this bike to Las Vegas, meet your wife for dinner and ride back? Yup At this point the Agent bites his lower lip and closes one eye and I know he's thinking. This old bastard is either Crazy as a sh%t house rat or hims got one Hot wife. I call Bingo on both counts!!! Scans my passport and sees that I do this kind of stuff regularly. Hands it back and says have a good one Sir. I flip the switch, fire up the mighty Ultra and "WE Go!" Floatin like a Butterfly, stingin like a Bee, Screemin cross America, just my Harley and Me. Well brutal heat and a cross wind that would peel the shirt off your back all the way to Kearney Nebraska. Luv this sh%t.

Next day Little Red takes the Rockies like a mere bump in the road. That's the Ultra. I calls her Little Red cuz she's little and she's Red.

I guess this could explain why the Oreos are in the Fig Newton slot and I got a Coke when I pressed the Pepsi button.

Cross the blistering desert with a short break at Green River Utah to check out the Melons.

Pulled up an hr short of Vegas as I am a day ahead of schedule.

Lunch in the desert with a pigeon.

Not too worse for the wear.

Except for the Rod Stewart hair.

Yahoo!!! Steve Wynn buys me some more chrome.

So here is my road report Alan. Wind Management: Managed to find all the wind I could. Buffeting: Yes I took in a Buffet or two in Vegas and the selection was excellent. Engine Heat: Duh! That is a given when you strap an internal combustion engine 3 inches below your Nut Sack. Road Snakes: Saw 6 Deer, 2 Raccoons and possible Possum. (Could have been a Rat it was a little Flat) but no snakes. I did find however that the raccoons out here are much friendlier than the nasty critters at home.