Please start here: 8 States, 6 Wheels, 5 Days, 2 Brothers, 1 Adventure

Day 3

Our plan for Day 3 was to head northwest; with the thought we should be able to make it to London, ON or possibly Sarnia, ON. A fairly aggressive schedule for sure, but doable and it would make up for the abbreviated Day 2 travel.

Things were looking good as we left the hotel, the weather was nice and Brattleboro and the surrounding area was gorgeous. We filled up as we were driving through town and noticed we had a slight drop in our fuel mileage.  We had been getting 30-32mpg, with John’s Bondi doing a bit better than the Yamal.  On this tank we were down to 27-29 mpg…maybe all the hills?  No worries, it is what it is.

On the far edge of town we spotted a restored covered bridge and decided to stop for some pictures.  Keep in mind we are 15 minutes and 3 miles into our trip.  We positioned the bikes and took a few photos.  We were right off the highway at the edge of town and were attracting a lot of attention from the morning commuters.  As I was setting up the camera to take a shot of us with the bikes, a gentleman (Mike) pulled up on a bicycle.  He offered to take the picture for us and then proceeded to ask about the Urals and soon was taking pictures of our bikes with his own camera.  He was from Colorado, on a cross country trip to the Atlantic Ocean.  He left Colorado mid-September, the day after his 40th birthday.

Before we knew it, our short 5 minute picture shoot had turned into a nearly 90 minute stop talking about the Urals and adventure travel.  It was a great visiting with him; however, taking 90 minutes to travel 3 miles was not a great way to start the day.  I am sure he was thinking the same thing in regards to his own travel plans as he left.

We headed down the highway out of town and up the mountains.  The scenery was amazing, the fall colors were spectacular.  We soon came to a small area to pull over to take advantage of a scenic overlook.  This was a short 10 minute stop and we were back on the road.  It wasn’t long before we came upon a giant pumpkin, made out of an old buoy, near the highway.  I thought that would be a great picture so we turned around for a quick picture or two.

Five minutes later we were back on the road.  We passed by a forest trail and thought it would be fun to see where it led. We turned around and trekked down the leaf covered gravel trail.  After a few miles the trail became a worn path before terminating to a single track foot path several miles into the Vermont woods.  We stopped and took some pictures and enjoyed the beautiful, quiet solitude of the forested mountain.  Before we knew it, another hour of travel time had slipped away. It was close to 1000 and we had traveled about 100km in 3.5 hours.  At that pace it would take a month to get home.

We got back on the road and started making decent time.  Just across the New York border was an interesting little tourist trap shop with amusing billboards and we decided to make a quick stop to get something to drink.  Another 10 minute turned to 30 minutes due to the Urals ability to grab attention.

Once we got back on the road, it wasn’t long before we needed gas.  We filled up and had a lot of people asking us about the Urals.  There was one couple in particular that were very interested.  They had been looking at buying a Can-Am Spyder, but did not like the ‘feel’ of it.  Our gas stop soon became a 60 minute discussion on the merits of the Ural.  I would be very surprised if they do not buy one.

Back on the road, but not for long.  Our next delay happened because there was a nice BMW dealer along the highway and I had to stop and take a quick look at an orange 800 sitting in the lot near the road.  We spent the better part of an hour discussing the Urals with several people. One of the guys that works there had owned a Dnepr.  I soon learned he had 47 bikes at home and he drives them all.  He said his favorite bike that he uses as his little around town errand running was his ’71 CL175.  I am envious…

Back on the road, we realized we were not making much progress on our trip and determined we need to focus on riding rather than stopping and talking.  That worked until our next gas stop…

After that stop we decided we should probably stop in Rochester because the sky was clouding up and it would be about 2000 or so when we got there.  We ran into rain as we were coming into town and spent about the last 20 minutes riding in a fairly substantial rain shower.  It didn’t take long to get checked in and as we settled in for the night were surprised we had spent over 12 hours going 300 miles…

…to be continued…

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10 responses »

  1. Reggie says:

    Brilliant! I am loving every moment of your story.

  2. I love that you met and chatted with people – one of my fave things to do when I’m traveling! You’re coming into Canada Dan? You should check out La belle province, Quebec where I grew up! I would say come to the mountains here out west,but that would be quite a trip!

    Safe travels!

    • danbohmer says:

      It can be fun meeting folks interested in the bikes, but it makes for slow traveling, not bad if you are not on a fairly tight schedule…My brother has a knack for talking and can really slow things down 😉

  3. mushypeas says:

    how wonderful you are meeting such interesting & friendly people along your way! your bikes may attract them, but we bet it’s meeting you & your brother that keeps them talking. :O)
    continued happy (& dry!) travels.

  4. Marian says:

    thank you for sharing your trip. I am so enjoying it. I would say you are going just the right speed.

  5. Loving these fun pictures you’ve been posting 🙂

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