I’m not a motorsports buff–I prefer baseball, basketball, etc. –but nevertheless, I was thrilled Sunday to visit the worlds ultimate mecca of speed: Bonneville Salt Flats International Speedway.
Aside from having heard of the place, and having seen it in one of my favorite movies, the Worlds Fastest Indian, I really didn’t know much about it. Turns out, there’s really not much to know. It’s just a huge, flat, expanse of sodium rich ground that has been used for racing type pursuits for more than a century. Some guy actually drove 140 mph in 1914.
This time of year, much of the flats are still sort of under water, so we couldn’t really ride on them safely and thus didn’t. But there is an arrow straight, three mile stretch of tarmac that leads into the place, and we had some fun on it on a deserted Sunday morning. Ed ran at 105, I did 110, Rick topped out at 130, and David was unsure, but somewhere upwards of 100.
From Bonneville, we continued riding fast, though not that fast, the remaining 330 miles to Moab. We arrived too late to take in many sights, but not too late to enjoy a few of these:
