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OK, it's time; I pack up the 10-ton bike and leave the Route 66 Motel—I'll be in sleeping in a tent tonight; I can't wait

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2704-route-66-motel.jpg An old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of townAn old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of townAn old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of townAn old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of townAn old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of townAn old vending machine sits in an alcove between units at Barstow's Route 66 MotelThumbnailsI start by riding the two miles down Barstow's Main Street (Route 66) to the end of the east side of town

It's always hard getting started, and it takes a day or three to get used to the weight of all my gear on the bike. Later today, I'll increase the weight by adding water, so heavy.