Wyoming Sunset
I was in Laramie, Wyoming last night with a full tank of electrons (thanks KOA-charging the bike cost a whopping $1.17!) and had three choices. One, find a place to stay in Laramie. Two, jump on 80 and get to Cheyenne. Three, take the long way to Cheyenne via WY210. It was 7:45PM, so options one and two were most prudent. I chose option three.
I knew that I could really stretch the Zero DSR's throttle cable and still have plenty of charge left, and after a day of chasing George A Wyman across sandy doubletrack and quiet backroads, I wanted the exercise. It was the right choice, as WY210 (AKA Happy Jack Road) climbed through a section of Medicine Bow National Forest in a series of long, flowing sweepers that the DSR handled confidently, turning in with precision and rocketing out on a tsunami of torque. The linear power delivery of this bike is something that needs to be experienced. The road dipped down into a valley and then into Curt Goudy State Park and in the fading light I saw a cloud burst somewhere over Cheyenne, long flowing tendrils of rain dropping slowly from the sky. It was a scene that I won't soon forget. And then it got better. A rainbow appeared and the long fingers of precipitation turned a shimmering violet. I glanced in my mirror and saw a golden sunset setting the clouds on fire.
This has been some trip, wandering along backroads, watching the landscape change, chasing a lost legend. The roads and the towns have changed since Wyman rode here in 1903, but the land and the sky are eternal.
Wyoming Sunset
I was in Laramie, Wyoming last night with a full tank of electrons (thanks KOA-charging the bike cost a whopping $1.17!) and had three choices. One, find a place to stay in Laramie. Two, jump on 80 and get to Cheyenne. Three, take the long way to Cheyenne via WY210. It was 7:45PM, so options one and two were most prudent. I chose option three.
I knew that I could really stretch the Zero DSR's throttle cable and still have plenty of charge left, and after a day of chasing George A Wyman across sandy doubletrack and quiet backroads, I wanted the exercise. It was the right choice, as WY210 (AKA Happy Jack Road) climbed through a section of Medicine Bow National Forest in a series of long, flowing sweepers that the DSR handled confidently, turning in with precision and rocketing out on a tsunami of torque. The linear power delivery of this bike is something that needs to be experienced. The road dipped down into a valley and then into Curt Goudy State Park and in the fading light I saw a cloud burst somewhere over Cheyenne, long flowing tendrils of rain dropping slowly from the sky. It was a scene that I won't soon forget. And then it got better. A rainbow appeared and the long fingers of precipitation turned a shimmering violet. I glanced in my mirror and saw a golden sunset setting the clouds on fire.
This has been some trip, wandering along backroads, watching the landscape change, chasing a lost legend. The roads and the towns have changed since Wyman rode here in 1903, but the land and the sky are eternal.