After that I hit one of the most boring stretches of pavement imaginable. A hundred miles of NOTHING. Seemed like it took forever but it couldn't have been that long because I rolled into Wendover UT early enough to hit the Salt flats.
This, to a gear head like me, is hallowed ground. I rode out onto the salt flats and started to toy with the idea of seeing what speedy had in her without the bags. It didn't take long to figure out salt does not equal traction and I didn't have my jacket on. So I got back on the pavement and rode off into the sunset at a reasonable speed. Ok I was really going away from the sunset and I hit 137mph.