On this trip, I’ve avoided the freeways and kept to the two-lane back roads whenever I could. Roads with corners were my preference, of course. From Winnemucca to Salt Lake City, this wasn’t going to happen. There’s really only one way to get there from here, so a day on I-80 it is.

Nevada’s speed limit is 75. At the Utah state line, the limit crept up slightly to 80. In both cases, I set the cruise control to 78 and moved along; any faster and the bike hanging off the back of the car would start to oscillate in the wind.

I stopped for lunch at Bonneville and briefly considered making a run into the famed speedway salt flats, but then though about how Miatas love to rust. I don’t want to encourage that behavior, so I kept to the wide and straight road east. I made two other stops for fuel as I travelled. At the last one, near SLC international, the roof returned to its natural stowed position. A few more miles of frantic traffic and I’m there.

For the next five days, Scott, Annie, and Olliver’s home would also be mine.