It was a relatively cool day for riding as the temperatures would not go above 90°F the whole time I was riding.
On the western bank of the Mighty Mississippi
That's Illinois on the far end, the bridge which is I-80 and I am on the Iowa bank
The next day, yesterday, was another long day in the saddle. Worked online till about 2:PM CST and was on the road 25 minutes later. It was 103.4°F in Omaha when I started off and it damn sure felt like an oven as I geared up with water-soaked gear.
Riding out of Omaha and towards Lincoln, I saw a high temperature on my onboard thermometer of 107.7°F! A new personal high for me, one I really don't care to repeat or for that matter, break. I stopped one more time at a highway rest stop somewhere west of Lincoln and watered down things again and the orgasmic coolness I felt after starting to ride again was glorious!
Some incoming rain storms to my North cooled the temperatures on I-80 down to the low 90s and high 80s for the rest of the daytime riding and after the 107.7°F temperatures, it felt quite balmy. Or perhaps, my sun-cooked brain just had gotten used to the heat.
Lots of construction on I-80, several work phone calls I had to answer, and fuel stops were my only breaks as I motored on westward. I held a steady indicated 80 MPH which translates to about 75MPH most of the time I rode.
It felt good to cross the line into the Mountain Time Zone. It felt even better to arrive at and cross the border from Nebraska into Colorado as the sun was setting for the evening. Note, it takes 6 hrs from Omaha, NE to the Colorado Border. The temperatures dropped precipitously as I rode deeper into Colorado and would settle into the mid-60s. Positively chilly! I even had to don my windproof liner in Sterling, CO where I got my last gas for the ride. Bring on Winter!
I took back roads from Roggen off of I-76 instead of riding all the way into the metro area just to turn south again on E-470. This cut many miles, I believe, from my ride but led to my discovery that my high beam bulb had burned out. Nothing like motoring down two lane country roads, at night, wondering if each reflecting object in one's headlight's beam is the eye of a deer or just a road marker!
I saw no Deer Crossing signs all the way from Roggen to Bennett but nevertheless rode with some trepidation and much caution till I got into Bennett and shortly after that reached the I-70 Expressway. From there it was "rapid" motoring to the junction with E-470 Tollway which I then took home. Got home just shy of nine hours of riding. Long days.
Brigitta, bug-spattered as I was, did wonderful the entire trip. Burned a little oil but otherwise, no complaints except for the burned out high beam bulb.
The song Rawhide's lyrics ran through my head a lot on this recent trip, here's the part I modified slightly in my head as I rode along:
Rollin Rollin Rollin
Man, my ass is swollen
Keep them dogies rollin Rawhide
Rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishing my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missing
Good vittles love and kissing
Are waiting at the end of my ride
For those of you who care, it was a round trip of 2251 glorious miles on my 1987 BMW R80. Not bad for something that's over 25 years old eh? As to the rider, he's recovering nicely under the care of his loving wife.