Destinations: The Extraterrestrial Highway
Visit the Extraterrestrial Highway, Nevada SR 375.
At just less than 100 miles long, with lengthy straights, lonesome coyotes and long-horned cattle, the Extraterrestrial Highway is the stuff of legend.
The Extraterrestrial Highway
What: The Extraterrestrial Highway, Nevada’s SR 375, offering great riding and an experience like no other on the planet.
How to Get There: From Las Vegas, take US 95 north and US 6 east to grab the Extraterrestrial Highway from the west. Or, take US 93 north to start the ride from the east. Either way is way cool.
Best Kept Secret: There are many. We can’t share them with you. They’re all secret.
Avoid: Speeding. There are long straights and the temptation is great, but there may be livestock on the highway, and you are being watched (there’s the Nevada Highway Patrol and, perhaps, others?). And don’t fly by Rachel; you have to stop to grab a few photos!
More Info: Extraterrestrial Highway (Hwy 375)
More Photos: MotoFoto
Like more than a few of you out there, I grew up on a steady stream of science fiction movies featuring assorted aliens, space travel, phasers and flying saucers. And like all of us, I grew up on motorcycles. Motorcycle Classics focuses on the latter, but let’s go tangential for a moment and return to the stuff of our earlier dreams — flying saucers, wars between worlds and other stuff worthy of Spielberg and Star Trek. Let’s take it one step further and combine these interests. Our destination this issue is Nevada SR 375: The Extraterrestrial Highway!
At just less than 100 miles long, with lengthy straights, lonesome coyotes and long-horned cattle, the Extraterrestrial Highway is the stuff of legend. Running from SR 318 in Crystal Springs at its eastern starting point, the Extraterrestrial Highway rolls across three valleys (and some of the most desolate terrain imaginable) to US 6 in Warm Springs in the west. Crystal Springs is a ghost town (I didn’t see it at all), and Warm Springs … well, I didn’t see any springs there (warm or otherwise). The scenery is nice, but there’s not much out there, folks.
The only “town” along the Extraterrestrial Highway is Rachel, situated at just about the midpoint of this road. It’s the kind of place where you’ve got to stop to grab a few photos (if you have a phone these days, you have a camera, and you really do need to capture the memories here). It’s not just the “Little A’Le’Inn” (get it?) restaurant or the tow truck hauling a flying saucer that you’ll notice in Rachel; the road signs and the artwork make for interesting photos, too. It’s the kind of stuff you just can’t resist posting on Facebook. I know: Big guys like us are all beyond that. Or are we?