Day 14

I hung around Utah until I thought the weather was breaking and headed out west again. I saw some weird art by the freeway near the Great Salt Lake which is depicted in the photos of the big yellow tower with strange orbs on it.
I rode out to the Bonneville Salt Flats speedway in hopes of seeing a rocket car or the Worlds Fastest Indian but the only other vehicle out there was the Worlds Fastest Winnebago. I decided not to make a run and turned around.
I was making pretty good time in Nevada despite high winds. As I crested a hill with my throttle screw set at about 78 miles per hour, I passed a very nice Nevada Highway Patrolman. He wanted to chat, so I pulled over. He said that I was going 86 in a 75 zone and that he found it curious that I sped up as I passed by him. I pointed out the disadvantage of the manual "cruise control" and how going down hill requires an adjustment, which I had failed to make. He sent me on my way with a promise to keep it under 80 on the interstate which severely reduced my total miles for the day.
By nightfall I had turned north from the Interstate and found myself on the Nevada-Oregon border. I found a forty dollar room in one of the two motels in McDermitt Nevada where I spent the night.