I've ridden my fair share of roads on the VFR that would have been better suited for the dirt bike. I was actually a little nervous on this one. I tried to enjoy the view and was telling Deb to look here and look there and she told me she couldn't she was watching the road.
At one point I am pretty sure I heard her praying but was having a hard time hearing her due to my heart pounding, the rocks hitting the bike and the crunching of gravel, rocks, sand and unpacked black top under the tires. We stopped for a few photos in the 1 or 2 spots that were safe enough to stop. We saw plenty of snow and some snowmobiles (although we were told by local Utahians that what we were seeing was nothing).
After we made it through the pass we hit up Park City on foot and then headed back to Deb's Uncle's house.
I had noticed a few oil drops on the ground coming from my bike a couple of days ago but it wasn't bad. I thought maybe I added a little too much oil. When I parked the bike this time I noticed that my back tire was covered in oil and the leak had gotten worse. I was about a quart low. My riding was over if I couldn't find the leak but that would have to be looked at tomorrow.
I had been craving gelato ice cream every since a coworker had said that they sold it at Spec's Liquor. On our way to the house we had to turn around and stop by a cafe that was advertising it.
We had plans to meet up with my high school friend Panda whom I haven't seen in over a decade. He needed help moving a BBQ pit from his mother-in-laws to his sisters and I offered up the trailer. We had some burgers at his wife's brother's house and loaded up the pit. Deb and I joked about what the people behind us in traffic were thinking when they saw a pickup with TX plates pulling a 55 gallons smoker on a trailer. We dropped off the trailer at his sisters' house and headed home.
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