Home is where the Hurricane is parked

Tecopa, CA at sunrise looking West
Tecopa, CA at sunrise looking West

I'm breaking the mostly-chronological nature of the story to report that I've made it back to Oakland, CA. I returned last Thursday and am getting re-acclimated to being off the road and returning to a daily routine.

As I rode through the mountains and into Death Valley, temperatures rose, but the day was so chilly that I had to stop in Furnace Creek for warmth and food. The previous couple of days were a bit challenging. I'd left Sedona, AZ on Monday, the 9th after having lunch with a couple I know from Oakland. It was bright and chilly, and I wanted to make it down from the San Francisco Peaks mountain range before it got too late in the day. I managed to do that and rode until around 7:00 with a few stops to warm up. My gloves were no longer waterproof or wind proof and I was wearing cloth gloves as liners to keep me somewhat warmer.

Around 7:00 I stopped at the Tecopa school district building to check my map and see how far I still had to travel. It could have been around the next bend, or 10 miles away, I didn't know. The building has street lights so I felt safe stopping in the parking lot to check my phone.

As I started off, the bike died. And when I tried to restart it, the battery went completely dead and I was left without power of any kind. Because this had happened three previous times on the trip, I was familiar with the symptoms and possible cure. I pulled all my gear off to get under the seat and to the battery. I checked the wires to the main fuse block and  the fuse itself. All was in order, so I then checked the battery. It was hot to the touch. Not warm or neutral as it should be, but hot. This meant that the battery was fried from too much voltage returning to it after the alternator created electricity.

The Honda Hurricane has a regulator/rectifier that manages input and output of power through the system. I knew now that I'd have to find a new battery and the bike was not going anywhere that night. My chill was not so great as to be worrisome, but I was weary and mildly concerned as to my location in regards to the Tecopa motel I was scheduled to stay at. Still in my riding gear, I started down the dark road in hopes of finding the motel close by. After walking into the dark, I retraced my steps. I had to have faith in my mantra: "I wonder what nice people I'll meet today."

No car had come by in 10 minutes and I didn't know how long it might be for the next one. I was tired and didn't think it wise to leave the light. If someone was going to pick me up, it would be better to stand under the street light and be visible.

I said I'd start walking if a car didn't come by in 20 minutes. Around 17 minutes into it, two cars passed me traveling in the opposite direction. I waved my cap slowly like a train signalman to get their attention. They pulled into the parking lot and were happy to take me to the motel. Brad drove his wife and friend back home just around the corner. His friend was in the second car and didn't know the area in the dark.

When Brad picked me up we had a nice discussion and got along so I asked if he hired out as a taxi. He said he'd take me the 30 miles to O'Reilly's and get a replacement battery the next day. True to his word, we met up in the morning and the four of us wandered northeast to Parhump, NV to replace the burned up battery.

I was happy that the new battery fit and worked properly, so I relaxed a little and sat in the hot tubs supplied as part of the motel fee. My neck hurt quite a bit from crouching down behind the windshield so I splurged and got a massage after a hot tub soak. This made me much more relaxed.

After a slow night of relaxation and further dips, I got up at 4:00 a.m. for a final soak. I wrote some and organized myself for the penultimate day's ride through Death Valley. I wrote a few postcards and headed to the Post Office at 8:00 a.m. to send them on their way on Wednesday, Veteran's Day.

Tecopa Post Office
Tecopa Post Office
Death Valley, CA
Death Valley, CA

Death Valley is beautiful and when it's chilly rather than boiling hot, it's a refreshing (if cold) experience. I was set to meet a buddy at Big Pine, CA at noon. I made it to Lone Pine, some 40 miles south, around 12:15. We connected and rather than travel north, I was able to rest and warm up while he ate and headed south. The roads were icy on Hwy 50 and that meant all passes across the Sierra were icy. The only thing to do was travel south to cut across Hwy 178 past Lake Isabella. Those canyons are quite beautiful, but cold on this wintery day. We managed to hit the last canyon after the sun was low enough to  be hidden by the mountains. But it wasn't yet dark, so the temperature hadn't plunged to freezing yet.

We gassed up and headed north on Hwy 99 out of Bakersfield and rode for almost another hour before stopping for Mexican food. The meal was welcome and put a little heat in us, so that we could continue on to Elk Grove where Rob lives. We made it there by 10:30. I'd started at 8:00 that morning and was thoroughly exhausted by the 660 mile ride that day.

Thursday I got up and had a great breakfast, then rolled into my shop in Oakland around 1:00 p.m. 98 days from when i left.

Return to Oakland after 98 days on the road
Return to Oakland after 98 days on the road

There are still many more stories to tell about the books and people I met along the way. And now that I'm back, I can organize my thoughts and continue the narrative.

The trip was quite successful and has energized me with both research questions and artistic ideas. I will be going back out on the road in the Spring next year to go to libraries I didn't visit this trip. Weather dictated that I miss Boston and Rochester, so they'll be a particular focus on my next trip and I got sick in NYC and had to cancel trips to Philadelphia area libraries.

Because I found many more things to look at than time allowed, I'll be revising a number of libraries from the first visit. Therefore, Motoscribendi will continue.

I'll be doing research on how to prepare and present the database. I've learned a few things that should help make it a more open and useful tool than I first envisioned. That work will continue and I welcome input as to how best to do it.

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