FRIENDS OF SBHOG

SBHOG Ride Memorial Weekend 2010

We left the Summit Inn at the top of Cajon Pass on Friday, May 28^th at about 8 a.m.  At that time there were 13 bikes and three vehicles. At Pearsonville we picked up 4 more bikes and one more vehicle. The weather looked kind of ominous and it was chilly but we were dressed for it. We stopped for lunch at Browns Town in Bishop and briefly saw the other SBHOG members. When we got to Bridgeport we put on a few more clothes and made it to Carson City, NV with minor sprinkles for the last mile or so. In Carson City one more bike joined us for a total of 18 bikes and 29 people. The motel had a Welcome SBHOG sign on a tub of towels in the front entrance.

Saturday morning the weather looked more to our liking and we started out our trek by going to Fernley at the start of Highway 50 through northern Nevada called the loneliest road in America. We had little books the Nevada Chamber had given us that we had stamped at each town. From Fernley we traveled east 27 miles to Fallon, and then 112 miles more to Austin. Each town looked like out of the early 19^th century with mines along the highway, and old brick buildings that dated back years. In Austin we ate lunch at a building that had been transported from Virginia City, NV. Half of us got our lunch and the other half had to beg for theirs. There was a bar in the room next door and some of the group left dollars hanging on the wall. Our half left the other half (with their permission of course) and headed out to Eureka 70 miles down the road. From Eureka it was 78 miles to Ely and getting colder all the time. I have to tell you that each town and stretch in between was at least 5000 ft and as high as 7500 ft. in elevation. Ely was 6415 ft elevation.

Two nights in Ely, where they had a sign saying Welcome San Bernardino HOGs, at the famous Hotel Nevada. Sunday some of us rode the train to an old mining camp, where we were robbed by riders on horseback. Back in town a visit to a brothel, (with our ladies in tow) to speak to a woman of the night and tour the site. One of our group challenged the price the lady of the night quoted as her fee, and it turned out she was right.

Monday morning we headed to Las Vegas and stopped at all three towns in between. Pioche, Caliente and Alamo each one looking like something you would see on Gunsmoke. At that point the group went their separate ways with thanks to the Gruberts and Sikorski for the great ride.