Boxer,
I do not own a RADAR jamming device. He's joking, I swear! We were almost underneath those 240KV transmission powerlines, maybe that did it. Leaving the camera lens-up in the Sun also can desensitize the CCD.
I was fine with the arrest-me now pace following our grey haired fearless leader on the R1200GS. I promised my wife I would be careful on this ride, so I returned home with a 1/4" (6mm) chickenstripe on my rear tire. Since there were frost warnings that morning, I wasn't comfortable going any faster on that still chilly, shady mountain road surface. I also waited at roadside turnouts, 3 seperate times about 2 minutes each, for unpassable groups of slowpokes in front of me to open up clean road ahead of me. Then rode at my pace until I caught up to them again. When I arrived at the Store, where I thought we had planned a key-off stop, the 3 OilHead riders were waiting for me, engines running, aimed to re-enter the roadway. I got the impression they were worried about me, seemingly ready to turn around and find me in the woods.
FYI, The entire 11 miles has a double yellow line, 70+% blind curves and very short straight-aways. We encountered one bad accident where one such illegal pass went really bad. It seemed to have just happened and explained why there were almost zero oncoming vehicles. Torn up shoulder grass and a long trail of destruction going off the road, between (?) the trees, down at least a 20 foot drop-off into the stream or a tree. There's no way to ride that pony without getting severely hurt or killed. Our extended rest stop prolly prevented one of us from being hit head-on by a squid.
If you would like to see a 30 second long, 8MB movie download of a hastily taken panoramic scan style sweep at our rest stop, Go
HERE and click on the green rectangle.
Pics to follow soon.
The entire trip for me, on my BC-800 bike computer was 6hrs 54min wheels rolling, 324.4 miles, 47.0 MPH avg, 89MPH max. Stock seat . . . . my ass is still sore.