So this text is about the country around it, which is large, dry and old.
The land is a series of broad, pale valleys separated by bare ranges, with sparse bushes of saxaul and tamarisk, and patches of green where villages have water. That water is the great story of the region. For nearly three thousand years, farmers here have dug qanats, underground channels that carry water from the mountains for many kilometres, so that a village can irrigate fields and orchards without losing it to evaporation. The line of vertical shafts, with their small mounds of earth, is visible across the plains, like a row of molehills. Pistachios, saffron and pomegranates grow where the water arrives.
Riding in this part of Iran is about space. The roads are long, straight and quiet, often with a few trucks, and at times the horizon seems to be a single line. The surface is generally good on the main roads, but tracks to villages can be sandy, and the wind picks up dust and sand in the afternoons. Summers are very hot, with temperatures above forty degrees, and winters are cold with frosts, so the best seasons are spring and autumn. Distances between settlements are long, and a puncture or a breakdown can mean a long wait.
There is nothing listed nearby to rely on, so fill up in Gonabad or another sizeable town before heading out, and carry plenty of water, food and a spare tube. Small villages often have a shop selling bread, tea and biscuits. People are curious and hospitable, and a rider who stops will often be offered tea and a place to rest in the shade. Tell someone your route and check conditions before you go.