Picture This. A couple, alone on a less traveled road, going from Northern to Southern Saskatchewan. Flying down the all but deserted road, each on two wheels, each staring in awe at the site before them. A calm, quiet envelopes them, blue skies and white fluffy clouds floating above. As far as you can see forward or in the rear view, not another sole can be seen. Because you know the landmarks of grain elevators, you know you can see 25 miles in a complete circle. This is the most awe inspiring feeling. I had not been home in about 30 years to notice this, so even though I grew up with it, I had completely forgotten what it was like. And the wind; the relentless wind would have you press very hard in one direction, and it would wake you up quick if you drove by a treed home site or a big truck. You would SLAM in the other direction from the loss of the wind.
As for gas – once the tank is empty – you will put whatever you can in to run as far as you can. Off the beaten path, gas stations are few and far between. Maybe if you have a GPS you may be able to judge better, but once the tank was pretty much empty, we’d take anything that could be called fuel. We added octane booster and replaced the gas as soon as possible. I recall more than once, pulling into a parking lot with a very large barrel up on stilts. The parking lot would be gravel; you know the real big rock kind of gravel that makes your bike really wobble. And of course, since I so hate gravel and am scared of it, I would be driving too slowly up to this big barrel in the air. I would ask the attendant for the type of gas I would want, and my loving husband would shoot me that “You’re an Idiot” look. There was gas in that barrel, and we would take whatever came out the hose. That is all there was. It was a wonderful trip. I imagine that those who have traveled big spaces like Texas, or the heartland of the US have experienced this “BIG” feeling. We got to do this for a week a few years ago. It was a lot of fun.