Can’t Believe I Ride a Motorcycle

Can’t Believe I Ride a Motorcycle

Several people ask me what I look like on my motorcycle. They can’t visualize me in black. “Send us a picture of yourself on the motorcycle,” they say. Owen took pictures of me when I got home, to show you. It’s all about visibility.  

Roy Willis

Roy Willis

At the end of the day, we return to our house in Belle Fourche to sit in chairs on the driveway. We watch the neighbors go by and debriefed the days events. The first evening a woman and her granddaughter were out for a walk. The girl walked to the middle of the street and said, “Stop!” She pointed to a big black cloud that looked like a caterpillar, hanging low in the sky. I went to look at the cloud and found out that the girl’s mother was working in Sturgis for the week and grandma was taking care of the little one. Another evening we saw a man with a front loader tractor go by. He had dirt in the bucket and a walker on the back. I had never seen anything like it so ran around and got this picture. The next day, when we got back, he was at it...

Turkey Leg Corner and Deadwood

Turkey Leg Corner and Deadwood

It really isn’t called Turkey Leg corner but you can get one when you get there. The real name is Spearfish Canyon Lodge. Up the road is Cheyenne Crossing, the most dangerous corner in the area. It’s a T intersection with heavy traffic on the straight road. You have to pull out a long way, preparing for the left turn. Every morning they list the fatalities and accidents of the run in the paper. 95% of them are caused by people who can’t navigate curves. Many of the curves are very sharp, but many riders are inexperienced or worry about what the people behind them think (I suppose.)  Many cross the center line and run into oncoming traffic or just run off the edge of the road. 75% of fatalities involve people not wearing a helmet. 25% involve...

Covering the High Points

Covering the High Points

Finally time to relax. Kick stands up at 10:30 am.  The rally doesn’t officially start until tomorrow, but everyone is in place and going strong. Regarding pictures.  I’m using the computer at the house where we are staying and can only use MS Paint. If you know anything about imaging software, I shouldn’t have to say anything more. I’m doing my best here.   We rode to and through the Broken Spoke Saloon. When we were there a transformer had burned out so there was no power. The heat began to tell, sending us to shady spots. A new feature there is a swimming pool, which costs $10 to use. There were hundreds of campers and tents on the grounds. Vendors are in place to feed them and make sure they can shower and clean up at will. Next...

Casper to Belle Fourche

Casper to Belle Fourche

Kick stands were up at 7:00. The previous night Al told me that they wouldn’t stop for breakfast until 100 miles down the road. Sooooo glad for the heads up. I went for the breakfast buffet and was glad I did. Around 50 miles in we ran into a ground cloud. It was really, really wet and dense fog. I hadn’t put on my chaps and didn’t mind until I felt the water soak through to my thighs. I had to lift the “lid” of my helmet to be able to see because it became impossible to see out of. We went very slowly through that for miles and I just followed the tail lights in front of me. Finally, there was a parking pull out to stop on. My rain pants went on fairly fast and were enough to keep me warm. I sent a  prayer stating that it was time...

Two Oil Field Guys

We rode from Idaho Falls, up and over a pass through Jackson, WY. Up and over another pass or two. It was very cold at the high elevations. Think of Berthoud Pass or Wolf Creek Pass and you have an idea of what it was like. We drove across central Wyoming and landed in Casper at the Best Western. There was road work in several places so there were a few starts and stops for that.  It was a 375 mile day and we were ready to stop when we did. Last night in the bar the four of us were having drinks when a guy behind me went fishing for someone to talk to. He is in his 30’s sitting alone and he made a provocative comment about something, just to see who would bite the hook. Al and I turned around to look at him and see what the commotion was about. It’s...

Elko to Idaho Falls

Elko to Idaho Falls

It was a new way to go. The scenery was very dry and the roads were two lane. We ate Mexican food for lunch around 2:00 pm and stopped in Idaho Falls around 3:30. It’s interesting how when you ask people how far it is to a place, they give you the time it takes to get there, rather than the miles. There are car miles and there are motorcycle miles.