The next morning my Triumph didn't start. The computer said the battery wouldn't be up to it and thus refused to operate the starter motor. I had made a jumper lead two years ago, which I had taken with me. Just 5 minutes later we were on our way. First stop was Bryce Village where the big waterwheel had been transformed by mother nature into an ice sculpture.
The National Parks might be closed but there was still plenty to see. Red Canyon for instance! It's so beautiful that we stopped every 200 metres for photos. I just kept coming back to the same thought; how can Utah have so many beautiful landscapes in one state? It's almost embarrassing to the other states. They are beautiful too, but Utah is just on a different scale. The vastness, the variety, the colours, the accessibility… it's all there in just one state. Red Canyon is, simply put, just another one red Canyon. There are lots of red colour canyons in Utah of course but this is a beautiful one! We were completely spoilt of course but we did appreciate it's beauty, it's impossible not to. Yet I wondered why is it all in Utah?
Later I see a State Trooper's car parked in a service station, I thought about going in but as the car is long gone, what is he going to do about it? So we continued. Only to be followed soon after by that same StateTrooper with flashing lights and an undercover agent in tow. The car driver told the StateTrooper that I had rammed him… They asked me my side of the story, but didn't believe me. This was getting funny, killed almost twice by this idiot and now a copper that believes I rammed him. Showing the thick rubber mark on my pannier I asked him how that could have been on there unless his wheels were pointing towards me… Troopie begins to doubt the old farts story is correct, but then his colleague says 'that happened when your pannier went inside his wheel arch!' 'Maybe if he had a huge monster truck it could have happened, although the rubber would still be on the front or rear of the pannier, not in the middle. This guy was driving a little Japanese thing, this pannier will not fit inside his wheel arch and is mounted too high for it too.' Troopie decides to yell at me that I should not lie to him…! Is he for real? The proof is hanging on my pannier and he still doesn't believe it? Then his colleague begins to see that the old fart's story just doesn't add up. Adding to it 'I'm on a trip from Alaska to Argentina with my family, do you seriously think I've come all this way to get into an argument with a car driver and kill myself?' did the trick, they finally saw some sense.
Only then did I find out the car driver was behind the two police cars. To my utter surprise they gave him a reprimand but let him go… and came back to me to urge me to call 911 next time and let them sort it out. I didn't say anything but thought 'yeah that will help, you've just let him go despite him trying to kill us all…' They had another look at the pannier and compliment me on not going down… !?!
Still high on adrenaline we continued the trip. I wondered why he didn't even asked for my license, insurance or any proof of who I was… all he asked was 'are you an American?' Unlike in the movies this US Cop didn't even point his gun at me…
fee either. Blast! We had paid for a National Parks pass. We are not allowed to stop, they said. When we did anyway a bit further on to take a photo, a ranger stopped to tell us we had to move on. 'Oh, sorry but as this isn't fenced off I thought it was ok' He smiled and told me that we were not allowed to stop anywhere but we could 'pause'… 'what's the difference?' I asked him. He smiled and said... well pausing is shorter and you don't leave your bike.' Ok, I can live with that!



