There is no better cross-country route of America than Highway 50, but you gotta work for it... its no walk in the park, especially on a motorcycle. Several of the mountain passes or descents call for every skill in your quiver. Monarch Pass in Colorado created several new pleats in my Goldwing saddle, and they werent put there by my fingernails. And the ambiance? Green River, Utah is a town time forgot...really forgot... and when several tour busloads of fat, smiiling Christians clogged up the nearest cafe, we asked a local and got referred to Rays Tavern, housed in a building that looked older than Green River itself. But... what a discovery! Perhaps the thickest, juiciest bacon cheeseburger Ive ever experienced, backed up by a football-sized mound of delicious home fries.... Rays Tavern, Green River Utah...lovely, friendly young women, motorcycle friendly....great place...put it on your bucket list! We leave Hwy 50 sometime tomorrow, heading for Amarillo, where well get a new front tire to replace ours, which is becoming more thin-skilled than Barack Obama.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 01:09:08 +0000