Any cool stories about trips on Bikes

Anybody have a sweet story to tell about while taking a trip on your bike, if so tell us about it.  Where did you go, how many total miles was it, and how long did it take.  Any of those wide open roads in Utah, Nevada, or New Mexico?  Or some cool twisties with your bros.  I love hearing these stories and also I'm looking myself to take a long trip on a sport bike.  

I have tons of them.  How many words do you want it to be?  

Thanks for getting me all excited, i saw a reply to my question and was ready to hear a cool story.  Answer to your question: tell me as many stories and make them as long as you have time for.  THANKS  

This is one of my favorites:

Insane staff tour

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Awsome story Trevitt.  As soon as I can convince some fellow riders and get some miles under my belt,  I'm going on a massive bike trip.  The route you guys took looks like a good one and you guys already did the hard part for me (planning the trip) thanks. BTW -- Holy *** Did i just get a message from Andrew Trevitt.  That is so bad A.   I'm honored dude.  A guy as busy as you taking time to talk with felow riders  (well a newbie rider anyway) thats dedication.  I'm very impressed. Keep up the good work with the mag and also, in The latest issue with the liter bike comparo you guys had alot of sweet wheelies, keep it up.  Its not bad, you guys are good enough to do em with no problems, and hopefully (I) the newbies are responsible and won't try doing it any way.  I get enough of a high from watching you guys do it.For me just being on two wheels is enough right now.  I'm only 18  

Good story.  I would love to take a trip along that route...maybe minus the "lonliest road"...the views looked spectacular.  Some of those curves you described had me leaning half of the chair trying to simulate the ride...okay not really but you get the idea.  

Living in Michigan I am used to hilly landscapes, bluffs overlooking Lake Michigan, and good roads following the lakes, but I have never seen scenery like that.  Breath-taking!  

This one might be interesting, about 8 years ago after a fishing season in Alaska I bought an 89 zx 10 in Seattle. I had my mind made up that I was going to ride it to Chile. I made it as far as Panama and the road ended up turning into a trail. I went as far as I could" started tipping over about every 20 feet or so" and I hear two bikes coming out of the Jungle. Two german fellows on Bimmers, they told me there was no way I was going to make it across the rivers up ahead. I ended up turning around and headed back home. Stopped in Vegas for a few days to at least extend my trip.
I also have some funny stories about riding over mountain passes in snow storms. I leave those for another time.  

About four years ago when I was 19 after getting my first bike, a Kawisaki 250 Ninja, I took a trip to Wisconsin with my buddy's family.  My buddy was on a Honda Shadow and his dad was riding a Goldwing.  His mom, sister, and a family friend followed in their van with the gear.

We took the ferry across Lake Michigan and it was a relaxing trip over.  Even the views, which I was expecting to be simple because we were in the middle of the lake, were gorgeous.  After we arrived in Wisconsin the temperature had risen from 55 in the morning to about 80 in the early afternoon.  For those of you who do not live in this area, 80's in June can be a rarity.  

The weather was perfect and the trek to our cabin in Wisconsin Dells was going smoothly until we noticed the shadow was leaking oil.  We stopped by a dealer to have it fixed but they didn't have the necessary parts.  Great!  We proceeded to the cabin with caution and made it there with no more problems.  The roads on the way were twisty enough and kept the ride from getting boring.  Needless to say I was expecting nothing spectacular.  

The next day we went to House on the Rock and the roads were awesome.  Long sweepers and tight bends with a few stretches for speed runs, not my ninja's specailty.  The road had to be made by bikers because it was spot on.  Even the views surprised me, looking more like something I would see in Tennessee or Kentucky.  The ride that day was exceptionally good.  The House on the Rock had some breathtaking views from above but inside it looked like something designed in the 70's by someone high on drugs.  

Now to the lows of the trip.  The motorcyclists never waved or signaled back.  We were written a ticket for being in the state park after hours even though my ID clearly showed I was from Michingan and did not know the rules.  The ticket price you ask...$200!  WTF!  I was expecting $10-20 but $200, give me a break.  We should have been issued warnings but instead got a $200 ticket.  The next day before leaving my buddy's dad, a prison guard and owner of his own security company with great knowledge of the law, went to the park office to "correct the ticket".  He was professional and polite but they were not.  They would not void the ticket.  Bastards.  

We left that day with a chip on our shoulders toward Wisconsin people.  I'm sure we just encountered all the a-holes of the state but overall we did not meet one friendly person.  Good news did come...a week later we received a letter from that state park office's manager (who was on vacation at the time of our visit) apologizing for the ticket and rudeness of his staff.  The ticket was voided.  Woo-hoo, there was a good person in Wisconsin after all.  Another plus, my buddy's dad would not take my money for the cabin or ferry ticket, he wanted to pay.  The trip ended up being free to me because I work for him and he gave me a paid vacation from work for that weekend.  Score.  

In 2003 I did a motorcycle tour of Europe with two of my friends. We landed in Switzerland and took a cab to the motorcycle dealership to pick out our rented motorcycles.

There were countless bike parked outside under a canopy and all of them were for rent, for the same price. We were like kids in a candy store.

After our bikes were picked out, we got our gear loaded and off we went.

Spent the whole day exploring this beautiful country and the awesome roads. We had no itinerary, so we would just ride all day and when we had enough we would find a hotel , get some food and drink, pass out and do it all again the next day.

Second day we crossed into northern Italy, riding the beautiful mountain passes. As the day went on, we were not having any luck finding a vacant hotel. I started to get concerned because it was later in the evening.

My friends Joe and Greg spotted a 5 star hotel and decided to go in and see if there were rooms available.

I waited out side with the bikes, while they went inside. A few minutes later they returned looking rejected.  Greg  says "They don't have any rooms but we can park the bikes in the underground garage and sleep there if we can't find anything else.

Great, I don't like sleeping on a concrete floor but it is better that nothing. So, here comes Luca, one of the people who works at the hotel to show us the spot to park the motorcycles.

Luca and I start talking about Moto GP and Valentino Rossi. Rossi is considered a God in Italy and Luca starts asking me about Rossi and who he rides for. Joe and Greg had no clue about Moto GP and just stood there while I give Luca all the information I knew about him. He rides for Honda... his number is 46...Bla Bla Bla.

So now, Luca thinks I am the coolest American because I am a true fan of Valentino. He tells us he will be right back because he thinks he can find us a room. Great, he is going to call another hotel and we will be good for the night.

Wrong, he tells us to unload the bikes. We have a room for you here. It was a three level room with a spiral stair case, beautiful views and all of the comforts of home for $33.00 a person. Are you kidding me?

Luca insisted that we join him later, downstairs in the hotel after we got our gear unloaded. It was the weekend and there was a dance going on in one of the banquet rooms.

We were treated to some good, live music, free drinks and food all night long. Needless to say, we had a wonderful time socializing with the locals.

Greg and Joe were very happy that I was a big Moto GP fan.  

The hospitality of many European countries (especially Italy) is something to behold.  

I was out one weekend doing some city riding (in Murfreesboro Tn to be exact), and then I was going to take the long way home through the back roads. So, while I was in town just riding through some old neigbor hoods from high school, I came up to a red light, while waiting for the green, I could hear a really deep rumble behind me somewhere that was deeper than the tone on my Ducati...the light turned green, I crossed the intersection. Then i decided to check my mirrors and saw something very green, wide low and loud coming up my backside...low and behold its a V12 Aston Martin DP9 i believe. A Japaneese guy with his son riding shotgun...They came up beside me and we both admiring each others ride. The boy riding shotgun was almost in his dads lap looking over at me. FUNNY.  My Ducati is painted Italian RED, WHITE, and GREEN. Not hard to miss. But that Aston and the tone that V12 put out...Man what sweet music to my ears. What struck me about this moment in time was my bike has a blue book value of at best $3000, The Aston blue book value,...well I dont know if Kelly blue book goes that high. LOL. What a truly wonderful day that was!! I need to find this guy again, and see if he wants to trade for a day!!