Highway 50 - Coast to Coast

Highway 50 - Coast to Coast

As the days of my retirement drew closer, the most asked question by my co-workers was "What are you going to do when you retire?" My standard answer, "It's not what I'm going to do but what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to take the interstate anymore." After years of racing back and forth across the country on the interstate to fix airplanes, it was time to take it easy and enjoy the countryside along the two-lane blacktop. The moment I saw a sign in Ocean City, Maryland, at the beginning of Highway 50 that said  -  Sacramento, CA. 3,073 miles  -  an idea formed.

By noon of the third day of my trip, I arrived in downtown Ocean City, Maryland, from my home in Georgia. With my tank bag bulging with over 20 maps, I was ready for the long haul to the West Coast. I had taken my time riding along the Outer Banks of North Carolina, even camped one night at a hostel in Kitty Hawk, which would have been a lot more fun if I was 19 all over again. I thought it would be a good idea to stop in Ocean City and eat lunch before starting the long ride across country on Hwy 50. Wrong. After a couple of trips around town I couldn't even find a place to park my motorcycle. Stopping on the sidewalk to take a couple of pictures, I then rode under that sign and headed west for California. For the first 100 miles or so, Highway 50 was anything but the scenic two-lane I envisioned. Four-lane cement with plenty of traffic continued across Maryland to the Bay Bridge at Annapolis, and I soon realized I had a problem I had to fix.