I did it.
I didn't reach the end of the line, though.
Now that I know what the tracks are like, I'm sure glad I didn't try it on a big 'trailie' or anything. There are places where it's NASTY between the rails, with like 3" rock laid very unevenly. There are also places where you're just bumbling over the ties, and several of the ties were fragmented. The rails themselves are tall enough that you pretty much have to lift the bike inside and outside of them, because they're hard to hit perpendicularly. If I were on a 'strom, I'd have probably chickened out.
Riding outside the rails wouldn't have worked, because the gravel berm is SOOOO loose, you have a perpetual avalanche beside you, and I wasn't going to make any time that way.
We crossed a bridge, with a creek far beneath the open rails... and that was an eye-opener.
Anyhoo... I was riding with a buddy this weekend... and he was game to check out the tracks with me, so we headed out. His WZ-250 isn't geared for highway use, so we kept the speeds at about 40 mph.
I'm also riding my new 07 WR-450 for the first time, so I'm still getting a feel for the new bike. New gear, too. Woo hoo.
Here's the tracks. Here's the bikes.
These tracks are more wide open than any of the highways in the area, that's for sure.
Once between the rails, we were cooking along pretty well... about 35mph average was the best harmonic balance of the jiggling between the ties.
Some of the ad-hoc crossings were interesting from that angle. At one crossing, there was an approaching car. Yes, we got a funny look.
Early in the journey, we did about 2 miles of huge rock 'bobbling' between the rails, and if that had continued much longer, we'd have turned around, but it smoothed back out. There were some areas with cement ties, and those were the smoothest. Occasionally a rotted, wooden tie would make a woody slap-slap that sounded like you were riding on a train.
After several miles of playing Casey Jones, the rail grade started looking pretty high, and what's this, in the distance? Bridge!
I approached the bridge cautiously, not knowing what I'd find. It was high over a creek and ravine. There were re-railing bars that had to be crossed, and we proceeded over the bridge. When I looked down, I could see a long way down between the ties. Tee hee.
Some time later, we came to a different bridge, that didn't look so easy to cross.
Scratching our heads, we thought the adventure was over, but looking down the ravine... we found a way we could offroad down, cross the creek and woods-bully back up to the tracks. Good to go some more!
We had covered about 25 miles when we came to a crossing and stopped to look around, and noticed something about buddy's bike.
And we weren't carrying tubes. I'll bet there's lots of nails and junk between those rails.
Anyhoo, I took the nearest highway back to get my truck for buddy's bike, instead of changing the tire out there.
We'll probably try this again, with more time to explore, and carrying spare tubes and tire tools.
End of story.