Here's The Final Tally
The first day was 334 miles, with slightly over 8 hours of actual moving time. That makes the second day 268 miles with a little less than 7 hours of actual riding time.
Three states, no flats, only one mechanical (Greg's clutch cable about 125 miles into the ride), no real crash damage (my crash), good food, a great place to stay, hillbilly bowhunters stranded in the middle of absolutely nowhere, and the supposed Wicked Witch of the West, who turned out to be nicer than Cinderella. Oh yeah, I learned that I really
can't ride in rocks anymore.
It was an awesome ride. For the first time in a very long time, I am actually sore from riding. I'll write more and post later today.