Well, I guess it's time to call it a trip! What a great frigging trip! I had to wait until Steve got home to send out the last blog entry. My only regret....it did not last longer for sure. Would I do it again? Tomorrow! I hope I win the lottery to take all my friends and family with me!
I don't even know where to start to recap the whole trip and finish the blog. That is why I have probably been dragging my feet on this. There are so many things I want to talk about, explain, people I want to talk about, sights and roads I want to write about. And I am sure, no matter what I do, I will miss something, some sight or someone.
Let's start with the easy stuff: Friends!
I guess what a lot of you don't know, Steve and I had never traveled together. Hell, we barely knew each other. He was actually a friend of a friend. We had, had a few beers together and been in Charleston at the same time one weekend about a year ago. That was it. LOL, my only conversation with Steve was...."I don't share rooms, are you OK with that?"
So, for two people who didn't know each other or each others little idiosyncrasies it was a big undertaking. Like Steve told his wife, we would come back friends or hating each other! That SOB! =-) Just kidding, he did get to ride a week longer than me, so I am pissed off about that. He spent a week in TX with his wife and friends.
Friends I got to see along the way:
There was Dan, a fellow pilot who introduced me to Orville who is a fellow Veteran and now a friend. They rode with us for three days. Great riders and fun to be around! Both are always welcomed at my house.
Then Steve the attorney in Michigan. What a tough life he leads. Showed up in his convertible Mercedes in the middle of the day to have beers with us from his lake front home! (Tommy, why have you never invited me down to your lake home for beers? In fact, why have you never even bought me a beer? You are an attorney! What's up with that? BTW Tommy...Little Big Horn was REALLY awesome!)
Then around the horn of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to see my good friends Kennie, Jeff, Brenda and Jud. (Cheese Head Motorcycle Club I met four years ago in Yellowstone while I was traveling alone) Made a new friend in the form of Brenda's sister Sandra, Shandra...something like that. Oh well, hell of a good cook. We invited her with us next year to be our executive chef on the trip. Just get like 25,000 miles under your belt by then!
I got to visit with my buddy Bob and his wife Cathy in Colorado. Lots of catching up and too many beers were had. On second thought...too many beers is like being too thin and too rich! No such thing! BTW Bob....still waiting on the recipe for the beef dish.
I would be remorse for not mentioning the sisters (no, not the ones from Idaho...(What a man!)....the ones from the Happy Hour Bar outside of West Yellowstone. Still one of my most favorite places to stop, hands down. They make me laugh until beer comes out my nose. Or maybe I just drank it too fast. Regardless....good people in their own right!
That covers the old friends.
The new friends:
Sturgis....Michelle! A warm smile every morning we had breakfast at her place! LOL...the only person I met in Sturgis when you mentioned riding would go: UGGGH! Not sure if we will ever see her again. For sure not on a long ride. Regardless....good person with a personality as wide as the ocean!
In Missoula, MT there is Kat. She is the GM of the La Quinta. Great girl. She introduced us to her boyfriend Andreas (by the way...I am still checking on his green card. I have a friend that works for ICE. I am just not sold on the Texan with a German accent, Navy Veteran thing. Something is verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry suspicious as Col Klink use to say on Hogan's Hero's) I expect to have these two for friends for a very long time I hope.
There were the three I call the "Viking Motorcycle Club." Again, I wish I had met people like that when I was living there for eleven years in MN. Maybe someday they will trek down to NC. Oh yea, I forgot, Midwesterners are not use to being invited down by "strangers." Just ask the Cheesehead MC! They were getting ready to ride down when their daughter asked; "do you really know this guy?" Their answer was the same as mine when someone ask me if I "really knew them that well." NOPE! But, four years later we are still friends. So, VMC...if you ever make it down to NC, you have a place to stay. Oh, we don't have "hot dishes" down here! Cold beer and BBQ is fine dining to us!
Then I guess my biggest faux pas was asking the four Baptist riders, (the preacher, the assistant preacher, the choir director and another church member) if they wanted a cold beer as I checked in to the hotel in KS. Now that I think about it...they didn't offer me any of their pizza! Ummmmm, Southern Baptist! Wait a minute....so am I! I am sure it had anchovies on it and they probably picked up right away I am not an anchovy kind of guy. I have their email and it would not surprise me to run into them again on the road. I would hope I do.
Best roads:
Wow, everyday Steve and I would say the same old thing. "Was that not the best road!" Over and over again. It became like a broken record. Several deserve honorable mention:
Hwy 119 (Street of Trees) in Michigan. Needles Hwy in South Dakota. Hwy 89 on the outside of Glacier Park going back to West Glacier. Hwy 12 in Idaho along the river. McNeil Canyon Rd, ID, Hwy 20in the Northern Cascades of Washington State. The first part of Hwy 1 (Pacific Coast Hwy), the shores of PCH down the coast. The Lost Coast in Northern CA. Around Lake Tahoe. Hwy 50 was spectacular from Virginia City, NV over to Utah. Down into Monument Valley, AZ. Up into Ouray, CO from Durango. All are "MUST RIDE" roads if you own a bike!
So which one do I pick................Old Post Rd, Mooresville, NC! I loved every mile, every friend, every sight, every twist, every turn, were all perfect on God's easel of this great country we live in. But, as much as I love to ride, 10,410 miles this trip....it was good to be home. I am so lucky to have such good neighbors, friends and family. I missed my neighbors, the kids calling me Uncle Buck, sparring with Walt over my total disregard for the EPA and other sundries disregards of authority that I love to do. My riding friend, fellow Veteran, CVMA member Ken "AWOL" and his kids and family. I missed my brother even though I talked to him every day of the trip a couple of times a day.
So, Old Post won "best road" hands down to me. I have a life long new friend in Steve. And I want to publicly thank his wife Lisa for being so kind to "allow" him to go. Especially with me! I would have thought for sure you had been in the women's bathrooms around town and know better! OK, so I am lying about that. It's my little world and I occupy it just fine! =-)
I have already started planning my next two wheel trip of sight seeing, beer drinking, pillage and debauchery around the country. So, for all those they may want to go......do like I do. Put a coffee can in the cupboard and throw $20 a week into it all year. You will be surprised at how fast it accumulates and makes vacation so much more fun! Or, buy a lottery ticket like I do as well!
I do feel like I need to answer one more thing.......Steve and I were sitting having a beer one day (I know, a beer...it surprised the crap out of me too....Poof! It just showed up in my hand) and I was talking about some of my close friends. Names like StrangeMan, AWOL, Iceman, Girley Beer man, and White Paul. He finally said...how do/did they get those names:
StrangeMan is a career Army Special Forces. He is a current Special Forces Instructor at Ft Bragg. For those of you that maybe didn't follow the Iraq War...we (USA) had guys crawling around in the sewer system long before the war ever started gathering intelligence. All Special Forces guys....They do some STRANGE shit! (get it....Strange (strangeman...strange shit...climbing around in the sewers....remember...this is a BFB (blonde friendly blog)
AWOL...he is not the best with directions. He is always getting lost. He had a close friend who was also a Vet and rider. Whenever AWOL was going over to visit if he would get lost...his friend would always call and say..."Are you AWOL (absent without leave for you non military) again?" Thus, he became known as AWOL!
Iceman. Iceman is on his 9th tour in Iraq. Master Sgt in the Marines. He is one rank away from the highest possible rank he can achieve in the Marines! He used to live in Louisiana. He was riding to a meeting for the CVMA (Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association) one day in LA. It was like 25 degrees. If I recall, most of the other "riders" drove to the meeting. He showed up with Ice on his face from condensation....Iceman!
White Paul....A great story. No, he is not a racist. Far from it. Paul is married to a gorgeous woman named Pam. She is Hispanic. Well, she has two other sisters. One married a Chinese fellow, one married another Hispanic fellow. They all three were named PAUL! So, at family gatherings...White Paul, Mexican Paul and Chinese Paul are how they are addressed.
Girley Beer Man.....My friend Joe from NYC. I could not ask for a better friend. (Marine Vet...NYC Cop) I met him in a local bar here at Lake Norman. (I know, I know...it really does surprise me too. Why are all my friends always in the bar?) I walked in to the bar, (MILF's...no really, that is the name of the bar) him and another buddy who is a cop also were standing there drinking. I am 6'3", and not skinny...Joe is eye to eye..maybe a tad more...Jerry his buddy looks like an offspring of Hoke Hogan's. As I stood there drinking my beer and minding my business and theirs as well....Joe orders a beer...Miller Lite! The bar maid put it down...I turned around, looked over my shoulder and said in a nice southern drawwwwwwwwwwww....."Nice Girley Beer!" Joe looks at me, looks at Jerry like (did he really just say that to me) and I think...ummm, Harley boots are not the best for running in. Joe pushes his girley beer to the side and looks at the bartender..."give me what he's having!" (and NO it was not a southern draw) We have been great friends ever sense and will be to the last breath either one of us takes!
So my friends....I will depart with these words from Dierks Bentley's song....Modern Day Drifter:
I'm gonna be a modern day drifter
And get out while I can
Gonna trade in this life i've been livin
For a pocket full of sand
And a modern day drifter don't have to tell no one his plans
I'm gonna find that long stretch of highway
No one knows my name
Where as long as the sky just goes on
And it's never the same
A modern day drifter don't ever complain
Bye bye high life
Feels like the right time
To say so long
Keep on goin strong
And i'll just keep on bein gone
Cause i'm gonna be a modern day drifter, Yes I am
Gonna slip this ring off my finger
Cause everybody understands
That a modern day drifter's got nothin but time on his hands
Until next time....Hug your family and friends...tell them everyday you love them...you will never know when you may not see them again!
Rick (MDD..............out!)
Sage Brush Bar
OK, OK, OK.....I know it time to update when even my brother says something about my blog!
5th, Wednesday:
Spent the night in Virginia City so I could go to the Bucket of Blood bar and buy a tee shirt. They closed at 7PM. =-(
6th, Thursday:
Got up and we headed out of town on Hwy 50 across Nevada. It's know as the Loneliest Road in America:
U.S. Route 50 (US 50) is a transcontinental highway in the United States, stretching from Sacramento, California in the west to Ocean City, Maryland on the east coast. The Nevada portion crosses the center of state and was named The Loneliest Road in America by Life magazine in July 1986. The name was intended as a pejorative, but instead, Nevada officials seized it as a marketing slogan. The name originates from large desolate areas traversed by the route, with few or no signs of civilization. The highway crosses several large desert valleys separated by numerous mountain ranges towering over the valley floors, in what is known as the Basin and Range province of the Great Basin.
US 50 has a diverse route through the state, traversing the resort communities of Lake Tahoe, the state capitol in Carson City, historical sites such as Fort Churchill State Historic Park, petroglyphs, alpine forests, desert valleys, ghost towns and Nevada's only national park, Great Basin National Park.
The route was constructed over a historic corridor, first used for the Pony Express and later for the Central Overland Route and Lincoln Highway.
I will have to admit I was very hesitant about adding this road to the trip. It was through the desert and the heat was a concern. But, according to Don Tilley it was a "must ride" road.
I will just say this......IT'S A MUST RIDE ROAD!
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I don't know how to really try and write about it and give it the full credit it deserves. There are stretches that literally go for 25+ miles just straight as an arrow. No billboards, no traffic, NOTHING! You ask yourself how can that be enjoyable? It is almost hypnotic as you ride.
The first part of the ride takes you by Fallon Naval Air Station. That is where a lot of Top Gun was filmed. Just as we passed a four ship of F-18's entered the overhead pattern and was breaking off the perch to do a landing. I felt like "Maverick" riding by the approach lights in the movies as the F-18's were landing in the movie. The reality hit me! I flew a heavy jet. =-( And chicks didn't dig us like fighter pilots! That kind of took the wind out of my sail pretty quick!
On down the road we rolled. 80-85 MPH. It was fun! Dust devils were everywhere. At one time there must have been twenty going on at one time. There were four in unison. They looked like puppets on strings. All moving to such synchronization. And then all of a sudden...POOF! and they were gone!
I have to add the wind....40+ knots of cross wind. My front faring was acting like a spinker on a sail boat. (Jeff you feeling some love...using the one sailing term I know) The wind would catch it and blow you the full width of your lane. (prepare to come about!...OK, I know two)
We stopped in the little town of Austin, NV. Big government could learn something. The Welcome Center, County Tax Collector, Deeds, Court, Public Rest Rooms and .....brochures were all in one building! I loved it!
On up the road we went. At one point I witness my first ever no poop mirage! I guess you had to be there to really enjoy it.
Later on down the road....We crested a high place in the road and off to the right was what we both thought were salt flats. It looked very white. The closer you rode, the ground turned almost "ashy" looking. More to come on that later!
We ended up in Richfield, UT that night.
Steve developed a case of "LISAITAS." His wife Lisa was due to fly into the San Antonio area on Saturday. Our original plan was to ride down to the Grand Canyon, spend the night. Then down to Flagstaff, Winslow, AZ back up through the Painted Desert, and Monument Valley. Then down through Ouray, Co, Durango, CO and Big Bend National Park, TX and into the SAT area. That would have put us in SAT around Tuesday. Steve wanted to get there earlier (and I don't blame him...hot wife) so we decided he would go on straight to SAT and I would just do my thing.
As Brenda, Jud, Kennie & Jeff know...when I break away...I just roll! Unless you are my brother, you are not getting a hug. I throttled down toward Ouray, CO and changed my POA (plan of attack) and Steve headed for SAT.
Stopped in Grand Junction HD for another oil change. $103 frigging dollars for an oil change! What a rip off! Avoid them if you are ever in the area. $3.95 for an O-ring!
Got the oil changed and wash and headed south toward Ouray. The "Little Switzerland" of CO. 45 mins into the ride down...my fresh wash job was history! Down pour! Rode on into Ouray and spent the night. Cool little town. Very romantic. In fact..I started hitting on myself! Very expensive rooms for what you get. I would avoid it if in the area next time.
The only good thing about Ouray...there were seven of us from NC in the same hotel. A couple from RDU and three other bikers from Asheville/Hickory area.
I got on the horn and called an old buddy from the airlines. Bob Sugg who has since retired and lives in Evergreen, CO. I use to fly co-pilot for him. He is responsible for getting me hooked on fly fishing. (get it..hooked/fishing?...remember, there are some blondes reading this...some things need to be explained)
He and his lovely wife Kathy invited me up on Friday night. I cut across on Hwy 50 at Gunnison, CO and headed up. Actually a pretty boring ride as far as the rest of the trip goes. But, the hospitality more than made up for it.
Bob was waiting in the driveway with an ice cold beer when I drove in! That was followed by another, and another and another.....you get the picture. Bob, now may be a good time to tell you I think we floated the keg!
Words do not do their house justice. Sits on 10 acres overlooking the mountains. When I first visited Bob & Kathy over 15 years ago...Bob said, "let's go to the game room." I was like, "cool," I can play pool. Well, the game room is a 1,500' addition just for Bob's mounts. Everything from a Rangatang to Buffalo. PETA would be proud of Bob!
Kathy fixed some beef dish that was outstanding for dinner. Two great kids. The oldest is applying for the Naval Academy. Very good kids!
Saturday:
Got up and had to make the decision on North, South, West or East. I had planned on seeing a friend in Amarillo, they were busy. Had another friend in Oklahoma City, they were out of town too. So, I just headed East. Rode from western Co to eastern MO today. Almost 800 miles.
Was checking into the hotel and met four guys from the Atlanta area. One is the preacher, one is the associate preacher, I think one was the choir director and the forth was a member of the church. (Note to self...get to know someone a little better before you offer them a beer!) =-( Great guys! Sat down with them while they had pizza and we talked riding for about an hour.
It was bumping 100+ today rolling across I-70 east bound. I stopped to get gas. Sweating like a pig, just downed a quart of gatoraid and this woman says to me: "I betcha it's hot riding today." I looked at her and said.."actually I am a little chilly, I was looking for a jacket and gloves." She gave me this puzzled look.....HERE'S YOUR SIGN!
Tomorrow I may roll down to the Ozarks or go over to Nashville. I was going to see a friend there but, they have to work too. LOL...I am seeing a pattern here. Steve cuts out early, my friends in Amarillo, Oklahoma City and now Nashville are all busy. Ummmmm?
Bumper Sticker of the Day: Again...as the editor of the blog...I am using my "editorial freedom" and inserting a YouTube video my friend sent me!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SD_YOlUBoIk
(copy and paste into your tool bar)
Sage Brush Bar:
More too follow.....Steve and I pulled off at what we thought were the "salt flats" on Hwy 50. The ground was white ashy looking. The wind was hollowing. Even with the wind....it was a different quite. We both looked at each other and said almost in unison....."this is my favorite road so far." You just wanted a chair, no talking, no traffic. You just gazed out and enjoyed what God had given us to enjoy.
I have to add that the wind had been blowing right to left at about an average of forty plus knots all day. We crabbed all the way over on Hwy 50 with about a 5 degree crab to keep the bike in our lane.
I just looked at Steve and said..."an ice cold beer would make this perfect, too bad there is not a bar." And wouldn't you know...that mirage I earlier had talked about...VABOOM! Out of no where came two ice cold beers. (actually four, two a piece) and hence..."The Sage Brush Bar" was born!
Until next time my friends...Ride Safe, Ride Hard and Ride to Enjoy!
Rick (MDD)
5th, Wednesday:
Spent the night in Virginia City so I could go to the Bucket of Blood bar and buy a tee shirt. They closed at 7PM. =-(
6th, Thursday:
Got up and we headed out of town on Hwy 50 across Nevada. It's know as the Loneliest Road in America:
U.S. Route 50 (US 50) is a transcontinental highway in the United States, stretching from Sacramento, California in the west to Ocean City, Maryland on the east coast. The Nevada portion crosses the center of state and was named The Loneliest Road in America by Life magazine in July 1986. The name was intended as a pejorative, but instead, Nevada officials seized it as a marketing slogan. The name originates from large desolate areas traversed by the route, with few or no signs of civilization. The highway crosses several large desert valleys separated by numerous mountain ranges towering over the valley floors, in what is known as the Basin and Range province of the Great Basin.
US 50 has a diverse route through the state, traversing the resort communities of Lake Tahoe, the state capitol in Carson City, historical sites such as Fort Churchill State Historic Park, petroglyphs, alpine forests, desert valleys, ghost towns and Nevada's only national park, Great Basin National Park.
The route was constructed over a historic corridor, first used for the Pony Express and later for the Central Overland Route and Lincoln Highway.
I will have to admit I was very hesitant about adding this road to the trip. It was through the desert and the heat was a concern. But, according to Don Tilley it was a "must ride" road.
I will just say this......IT'S A MUST RIDE ROAD!
(CLICK ON ALL PICTURES TO ENLARGE)
I don't know how to really try and write about it and give it the full credit it deserves. There are stretches that literally go for 25+ miles just straight as an arrow. No billboards, no traffic, NOTHING! You ask yourself how can that be enjoyable? It is almost hypnotic as you ride.
The first part of the ride takes you by Fallon Naval Air Station. That is where a lot of Top Gun was filmed. Just as we passed a four ship of F-18's entered the overhead pattern and was breaking off the perch to do a landing. I felt like "Maverick" riding by the approach lights in the movies as the F-18's were landing in the movie. The reality hit me! I flew a heavy jet. =-( And chicks didn't dig us like fighter pilots! That kind of took the wind out of my sail pretty quick!
On down the road we rolled. 80-85 MPH. It was fun! Dust devils were everywhere. At one time there must have been twenty going on at one time. There were four in unison. They looked like puppets on strings. All moving to such synchronization. And then all of a sudden...POOF! and they were gone!
I have to add the wind....40+ knots of cross wind. My front faring was acting like a spinker on a sail boat. (Jeff you feeling some love...using the one sailing term I know) The wind would catch it and blow you the full width of your lane. (prepare to come about!...OK, I know two)
We stopped in the little town of Austin, NV. Big government could learn something. The Welcome Center, County Tax Collector, Deeds, Court, Public Rest Rooms and .....brochures were all in one building! I loved it!
On up the road we went. At one point I witness my first ever no poop mirage! I guess you had to be there to really enjoy it.
Later on down the road....We crested a high place in the road and off to the right was what we both thought were salt flats. It looked very white. The closer you rode, the ground turned almost "ashy" looking. More to come on that later!
We ended up in Richfield, UT that night.
Steve developed a case of "LISAITAS." His wife Lisa was due to fly into the San Antonio area on Saturday. Our original plan was to ride down to the Grand Canyon, spend the night. Then down to Flagstaff, Winslow, AZ back up through the Painted Desert, and Monument Valley. Then down through Ouray, Co, Durango, CO and Big Bend National Park, TX and into the SAT area. That would have put us in SAT around Tuesday. Steve wanted to get there earlier (and I don't blame him...hot wife) so we decided he would go on straight to SAT and I would just do my thing.
As Brenda, Jud, Kennie & Jeff know...when I break away...I just roll! Unless you are my brother, you are not getting a hug. I throttled down toward Ouray, CO and changed my POA (plan of attack) and Steve headed for SAT.
Stopped in Grand Junction HD for another oil change. $103 frigging dollars for an oil change! What a rip off! Avoid them if you are ever in the area. $3.95 for an O-ring!
Got the oil changed and wash and headed south toward Ouray. The "Little Switzerland" of CO. 45 mins into the ride down...my fresh wash job was history! Down pour! Rode on into Ouray and spent the night. Cool little town. Very romantic. In fact..I started hitting on myself! Very expensive rooms for what you get. I would avoid it if in the area next time.
The only good thing about Ouray...there were seven of us from NC in the same hotel. A couple from RDU and three other bikers from Asheville/Hickory area.
I got on the horn and called an old buddy from the airlines. Bob Sugg who has since retired and lives in Evergreen, CO. I use to fly co-pilot for him. He is responsible for getting me hooked on fly fishing. (get it..hooked/fishing?...remember, there are some blondes reading this...some things need to be explained)
He and his lovely wife Kathy invited me up on Friday night. I cut across on Hwy 50 at Gunnison, CO and headed up. Actually a pretty boring ride as far as the rest of the trip goes. But, the hospitality more than made up for it.
Bob was waiting in the driveway with an ice cold beer when I drove in! That was followed by another, and another and another.....you get the picture. Bob, now may be a good time to tell you I think we floated the keg!
Words do not do their house justice. Sits on 10 acres overlooking the mountains. When I first visited Bob & Kathy over 15 years ago...Bob said, "let's go to the game room." I was like, "cool," I can play pool. Well, the game room is a 1,500' addition just for Bob's mounts. Everything from a Rangatang to Buffalo. PETA would be proud of Bob!
Kathy fixed some beef dish that was outstanding for dinner. Two great kids. The oldest is applying for the Naval Academy. Very good kids!
Saturday:
Got up and had to make the decision on North, South, West or East. I had planned on seeing a friend in Amarillo, they were busy. Had another friend in Oklahoma City, they were out of town too. So, I just headed East. Rode from western Co to eastern MO today. Almost 800 miles.
Was checking into the hotel and met four guys from the Atlanta area. One is the preacher, one is the associate preacher, I think one was the choir director and the forth was a member of the church. (Note to self...get to know someone a little better before you offer them a beer!) =-( Great guys! Sat down with them while they had pizza and we talked riding for about an hour.
It was bumping 100+ today rolling across I-70 east bound. I stopped to get gas. Sweating like a pig, just downed a quart of gatoraid and this woman says to me: "I betcha it's hot riding today." I looked at her and said.."actually I am a little chilly, I was looking for a jacket and gloves." She gave me this puzzled look.....HERE'S YOUR SIGN!
Tomorrow I may roll down to the Ozarks or go over to Nashville. I was going to see a friend there but, they have to work too. LOL...I am seeing a pattern here. Steve cuts out early, my friends in Amarillo, Oklahoma City and now Nashville are all busy. Ummmmm?
Bumper Sticker of the Day: Again...as the editor of the blog...I am using my "editorial freedom" and inserting a YouTube video my friend sent me!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SD_YOlUBoIk
(copy and paste into your tool bar)
Sage Brush Bar:
More too follow.....Steve and I pulled off at what we thought were the "salt flats" on Hwy 50. The ground was white ashy looking. The wind was hollowing. Even with the wind....it was a different quite. We both looked at each other and said almost in unison....."this is my favorite road so far." You just wanted a chair, no talking, no traffic. You just gazed out and enjoyed what God had given us to enjoy.
I have to add that the wind had been blowing right to left at about an average of forty plus knots all day. We crabbed all the way over on Hwy 50 with about a 5 degree crab to keep the bike in our lane.
I just looked at Steve and said..."an ice cold beer would make this perfect, too bad there is not a bar." And wouldn't you know...that mirage I earlier had talked about...VABOOM! Out of no where came two ice cold beers. (actually four, two a piece) and hence..."The Sage Brush Bar" was born!
Until next time my friends...Ride Safe, Ride Hard and Ride to Enjoy!
Rick (MDD)
A to Z.....
OK...keep up! This is going to be fast and furious.
Great.....................I guess I need to repeat it:
First, I want to pass on my sympathy and condolences to my longest running friend I have, Warren Gall. We have been friends (even though he won't admit it in public) since 1977! We were roommates in the Air Force when I was an E-2 just starting out and he was an E-3. He just got news his sister Pam passed away yesterday! Include his family in your prayers!
Sunday night was spent in Fortuna, CA. Sundays ride was chilly again but, no rain.
Monday we decided to take a loop around the "Lost Coast" of CA. You go through a city that has nothing but Victoriana houses. It was built by dairy farmers. The road as we say down south was "rough as a cob." But, worth every pot hole and dip. The beaches have black sand.
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We started on the north end and came back out on Hwy 1 on the Avenue of Giants. It is just hard to imagine a tree that is over 2,000 years old.
No, this is not a path...it is the acutal ROAD!
CA has some awesome motorcycle roads. I have to assume that they were all built under the GREATEST GOVENOR AND PRESIDENT of all times: Ronald Reagan! Unfortunately the liberals have taken over CA and now the roads are crap!
Continued all the way up the Ave of Giants until running back into Hwy 1. We stopped in Bodega Bay, CA. I was unaware that the Alfred Hitchcock's movie, The Birds was filmed there. Tippi Hedren the actress who starred in the movie comes back every year to sign autographs on July 4th at the hotel. Very cool!
We got up early this morning and rode into San Francisco. I just wanted to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge on my bike. It was pretty uneventful but, I can check that off now.
We left SFO and headed for Lake Tahoe. I could live here. We got to Lake Tahoe earlier than expected and decided to continue west around the lake. It is just an amazing place. Adam & Candace....I wish I had done this trip before you asked for my input on a honeymoon! This place would suit you two to a T!
For those who are old enough to remember Bonanza (My Dads favorite TV program on Sunday night)...well! Bonanza was filmed here. The Ponderosa is now a ski resort. In honor of my Dad...I am spending the night in Virginia City tonight. Very cool little western town. I am hoping Hop Sing gets up and makes breakfast.
Tomorrow we ride more east..Riding what has been described the loneliest hwy in America...Hwy 50 across Nevada. Yes Walt...I will be playing country music to get the full effect!
There are a lot of cattle farms out this way. Do you ever wonder if cows stand around and "chew" the fat vs the cud! I mean...does the rich cow look at the poor cow and go: "yep, I will be filet migon someday." And the poor cow goes..."me, I will be lucky if I make the McDonald's list." It would be depressing to be a cow. You figure the guy feeding you is really not doing it to be nice. What if cows went on a hunger strike? Oh well, that is my deepest thought of the day!
A to Z.....
Well, yesterday I finally made it to the end of my Ipod playlist. I decided to start with the A's and go all the way through. It took three weeks but, yesterday around five it made it to the end. Yes Walt, I am going to play it backwards so I get my house back, my truck back and wife (if I had one) back!
Bumper Sticker of the day:
Until we meet again,
Rick (MDD)
Great.....................I guess I need to repeat it:
First, I want to pass on my sympathy and condolences to my longest running friend I have, Warren Gall. We have been friends (even though he won't admit it in public) since 1977! We were roommates in the Air Force when I was an E-2 just starting out and he was an E-3. He just got news his sister Pam passed away yesterday! Include his family in your prayers!
Sunday night was spent in Fortuna, CA. Sundays ride was chilly again but, no rain.
Monday we decided to take a loop around the "Lost Coast" of CA. You go through a city that has nothing but Victoriana houses. It was built by dairy farmers. The road as we say down south was "rough as a cob." But, worth every pot hole and dip. The beaches have black sand.
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We started on the north end and came back out on Hwy 1 on the Avenue of Giants. It is just hard to imagine a tree that is over 2,000 years old.
No, this is not a path...it is the acutal ROAD!
CA has some awesome motorcycle roads. I have to assume that they were all built under the GREATEST GOVENOR AND PRESIDENT of all times: Ronald Reagan! Unfortunately the liberals have taken over CA and now the roads are crap!
Continued all the way up the Ave of Giants until running back into Hwy 1. We stopped in Bodega Bay, CA. I was unaware that the Alfred Hitchcock's movie, The Birds was filmed there. Tippi Hedren the actress who starred in the movie comes back every year to sign autographs on July 4th at the hotel. Very cool!
We got up early this morning and rode into San Francisco. I just wanted to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge on my bike. It was pretty uneventful but, I can check that off now.
We left SFO and headed for Lake Tahoe. I could live here. We got to Lake Tahoe earlier than expected and decided to continue west around the lake. It is just an amazing place. Adam & Candace....I wish I had done this trip before you asked for my input on a honeymoon! This place would suit you two to a T!
For those who are old enough to remember Bonanza (My Dads favorite TV program on Sunday night)...well! Bonanza was filmed here. The Ponderosa is now a ski resort. In honor of my Dad...I am spending the night in Virginia City tonight. Very cool little western town. I am hoping Hop Sing gets up and makes breakfast.
Tomorrow we ride more east..Riding what has been described the loneliest hwy in America...Hwy 50 across Nevada. Yes Walt...I will be playing country music to get the full effect!
There are a lot of cattle farms out this way. Do you ever wonder if cows stand around and "chew" the fat vs the cud! I mean...does the rich cow look at the poor cow and go: "yep, I will be filet migon someday." And the poor cow goes..."me, I will be lucky if I make the McDonald's list." It would be depressing to be a cow. You figure the guy feeding you is really not doing it to be nice. What if cows went on a hunger strike? Oh well, that is my deepest thought of the day!
A to Z.....
Well, yesterday I finally made it to the end of my Ipod playlist. I decided to start with the A's and go all the way through. It took three weeks but, yesterday around five it made it to the end. Yes Walt, I am going to play it backwards so I get my house back, my truck back and wife (if I had one) back!
Bumper Sticker of the day:
Until we meet again,
Rick (MDD)
5,687 MILES - - - 130 HOURS & 15 MINS!
OK....We are still chugging along!
Not sure where to start. If you are ever in Winthrop, WA...stay at the Gardner Mt Inn! Great little town. Just eat before 9 PM. The town closes up.
Got up early and headed out. The deer were standing by the apple tree in the yard next door. The bikes didn't even phase them. That is scary!
Headed across the Northern Cascade Mountains of WA on Hwy 20. I know I sound like a broken record but, just unbelievable how gorgeous, and the roads were perfect.
(REMEMBER...CLICK ON ALL PICTURES TO MAKE BIGGER)
I need to regress for a minute. I am only going to say it once. I SCREWED UP! For two days all we heard was "it is burning up in ID and WA. Records are being set every day. I was like...OK, I guess I can send my chaps and jacket liner home to lighten up my load. WRONG MOVE! The average temp has been middle 50's! I think the good ole' boys from the NE was having some fun with the good ole' boys from the south. The temp varies +/- 30 degrees in seconds. I am not exaggerating. You get into some of the fog banks and it is darn cold! OK, that's my one major screw up of the trip. Like my brother said..."better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it." I could have sent the beer cooler home..............................LOL...Right!
Back to the real matters at hand:
Hwy 20 was so much fun. The curves and scenery was unreal! I think if you own a bike it's a "must ride." A couple of glacial lakes as well.
Rode all day and met a fellow from Australia on the ferry ride north of Seattle. Told us of a place that had rooms. I called and from what little broken English I could understand I booked two rooms. Four of us showed up. What a goat rope as we use to say in the military. The woman keep saying she was "just the house keeper." Yet she lived at the hotel. I kind of think we were being taken.
It was a must do laundry day. When we asked about doing laundry that is when things went south. She said she didn't have a wash but, she could do it if we paid her. I asked "how much?" All I got was.."you tell me how much you pay!" I finally gave her a price. She said she would do it for $20! I about gagged. Then the icing was ...."you are rich you can afford it." I guess she thinks if you own an HD you can pay $20 bucks for one load of laundry. As we were negotiating the price..the Aussie came back in and the phone rang. That is when we found out the place had no A/C. Steve and I both have to have it at night.
We finally left and found another hotel.
The next day we made a new friend! The girl (Kat) who is the GM of the LaQuinta in Missoula sent an email telling us her boyfriend was not far from us. He is a rider too. Through a few emails and such, he showed up on Saturday morning to ride with us. Mind you, he got up at 440 AM to catch the ferry to make it to our hotel. Hell, I have friends that can't make it up by noon to ride on Sunday when I am home!
His name is Andreas. Great guy......EXCEPT:
He was in the Navy.....but, so was my Dad. So that is OK. He also talks with a strong German accent.....but, that is OK too. He was born in Texas. His Dad worked for Exxon. Moved the whole family over to Germany and he went to the local schools....so that is OK! BUT!!! He rides a BMW...............but, that is OK...He dates a hot chick! So, he is still a great guy! Unfortunately he had a blow out on the way home that afternoon after he dropped off from us. I am hoping he makes it to NC in the Fall. That is the plan. Both are great people and two new friends.
Finally made it to Florence, OR. I am not sure where this frigging recession is going on. It's not in any town we have stayed! I made a reservation and got the last two rooms. I thought! We show up and they only had the one room. Steve finally had to go to another hotel. I will just say between the "Bowling Tournament" and Crystal Gayle being at the local casino...rooms were at a premium. I am telling you..this NOT having reservations does NOT work for me!...BRENDA!
Got up this morning and heading south on Hwy 101. You know the song by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow put out..."Picture?"
Living my life in a slow hell
different girl every night at the hotel
I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey
wish I had a good girl to miss me
but I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today
I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today
I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her
OK, I am not doing a different girl, cocaine or whiskey. OK, maybe I did do some Jack the other night in ID.
But, I will just say this...whoever wrote that song...was on the coast of WA/OR. I AIN'T SEEN THE SUN SHINE FOR THEE DAMN DAYS! It finally popped out this afternoon.
We made south of Eureka, CA today. We should pull up just short of San Francisco tomorrow. We did see some incredible scenery!
Bumper Sticker of the day. I am using my "writer's freedom" on this one. Again, I have two and have to pick both:
The first was a tag of a car being towed by one of the big RV's. It was a little Subaru. The tag....TOWBARU!
Now this second thing....well, it made me laugh and scratch my head at the same time. We have all seen the guys who stand on the corners selling flags, velvet Elvis's and furry blankets with lions.
Well, we went past one of those guys in OR. One particular flag caught my eye. On one half had the picture of Obama that reminds me of Stalin and Chavez together. The one he used on most of his adds. On the second part of the flag was the Confederate Flag! I remind you..this was ONE flag!
I am not sure who the marketing guy is for that flag company...but, I have a feeling he did not do his research. I can safely say....I have not seen a lot of the Confederate Flags flying up on the northeast. It did make me chuckle.
5,687 MILES - - - 130 HOURS & 15 MINS!
That is how many miles we rode before we actually hit the Pacific Ocean. The time is how much actual riding time was spent in the saddle so far. My GPS tracks it.
Time to hit the sheets. This having fun is wearing me out!
I do have a serious subject to cover......
DOES THIS TREE MAKE MY BUTT LOOK BIG?
We took a detour today off of Hwy 101. If anyone has ever ridden on Hwy 119 in MI. Very similar....Only all the trees are on STEROIDS! Dan & Orville....you would have enjoyed it!
Happy Trails until we meet again!
Rick (MDD)
Not sure where to start. If you are ever in Winthrop, WA...stay at the Gardner Mt Inn! Great little town. Just eat before 9 PM. The town closes up.
Got up early and headed out. The deer were standing by the apple tree in the yard next door. The bikes didn't even phase them. That is scary!
Headed across the Northern Cascade Mountains of WA on Hwy 20. I know I sound like a broken record but, just unbelievable how gorgeous, and the roads were perfect.
(REMEMBER...CLICK ON ALL PICTURES TO MAKE BIGGER)
I need to regress for a minute. I am only going to say it once. I SCREWED UP! For two days all we heard was "it is burning up in ID and WA. Records are being set every day. I was like...OK, I guess I can send my chaps and jacket liner home to lighten up my load. WRONG MOVE! The average temp has been middle 50's! I think the good ole' boys from the NE was having some fun with the good ole' boys from the south. The temp varies +/- 30 degrees in seconds. I am not exaggerating. You get into some of the fog banks and it is darn cold! OK, that's my one major screw up of the trip. Like my brother said..."better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it." I could have sent the beer cooler home..............................LOL...Right!
Back to the real matters at hand:
Hwy 20 was so much fun. The curves and scenery was unreal! I think if you own a bike it's a "must ride." A couple of glacial lakes as well.
Rode all day and met a fellow from Australia on the ferry ride north of Seattle. Told us of a place that had rooms. I called and from what little broken English I could understand I booked two rooms. Four of us showed up. What a goat rope as we use to say in the military. The woman keep saying she was "just the house keeper." Yet she lived at the hotel. I kind of think we were being taken.
It was a must do laundry day. When we asked about doing laundry that is when things went south. She said she didn't have a wash but, she could do it if we paid her. I asked "how much?" All I got was.."you tell me how much you pay!" I finally gave her a price. She said she would do it for $20! I about gagged. Then the icing was ...."you are rich you can afford it." I guess she thinks if you own an HD you can pay $20 bucks for one load of laundry. As we were negotiating the price..the Aussie came back in and the phone rang. That is when we found out the place had no A/C. Steve and I both have to have it at night.
We finally left and found another hotel.
The next day we made a new friend! The girl (Kat) who is the GM of the LaQuinta in Missoula sent an email telling us her boyfriend was not far from us. He is a rider too. Through a few emails and such, he showed up on Saturday morning to ride with us. Mind you, he got up at 440 AM to catch the ferry to make it to our hotel. Hell, I have friends that can't make it up by noon to ride on Sunday when I am home!
His name is Andreas. Great guy......EXCEPT:
He was in the Navy.....but, so was my Dad. So that is OK. He also talks with a strong German accent.....but, that is OK too. He was born in Texas. His Dad worked for Exxon. Moved the whole family over to Germany and he went to the local schools....so that is OK! BUT!!! He rides a BMW...............but, that is OK...He dates a hot chick! So, he is still a great guy! Unfortunately he had a blow out on the way home that afternoon after he dropped off from us. I am hoping he makes it to NC in the Fall. That is the plan. Both are great people and two new friends.
Finally made it to Florence, OR. I am not sure where this frigging recession is going on. It's not in any town we have stayed! I made a reservation and got the last two rooms. I thought! We show up and they only had the one room. Steve finally had to go to another hotel. I will just say between the "Bowling Tournament" and Crystal Gayle being at the local casino...rooms were at a premium. I am telling you..this NOT having reservations does NOT work for me!...BRENDA!
Got up this morning and heading south on Hwy 101. You know the song by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow put out..."Picture?"
Living my life in a slow hell
different girl every night at the hotel
I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey
wish I had a good girl to miss me
but I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today
I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today
I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her
OK, I am not doing a different girl, cocaine or whiskey. OK, maybe I did do some Jack the other night in ID.
But, I will just say this...whoever wrote that song...was on the coast of WA/OR. I AIN'T SEEN THE SUN SHINE FOR THEE DAMN DAYS! It finally popped out this afternoon.
We made south of Eureka, CA today. We should pull up just short of San Francisco tomorrow. We did see some incredible scenery!
Bumper Sticker of the day. I am using my "writer's freedom" on this one. Again, I have two and have to pick both:
The first was a tag of a car being towed by one of the big RV's. It was a little Subaru. The tag....TOWBARU!
Now this second thing....well, it made me laugh and scratch my head at the same time. We have all seen the guys who stand on the corners selling flags, velvet Elvis's and furry blankets with lions.
Well, we went past one of those guys in OR. One particular flag caught my eye. On one half had the picture of Obama that reminds me of Stalin and Chavez together. The one he used on most of his adds. On the second part of the flag was the Confederate Flag! I remind you..this was ONE flag!
I am not sure who the marketing guy is for that flag company...but, I have a feeling he did not do his research. I can safely say....I have not seen a lot of the Confederate Flags flying up on the northeast. It did make me chuckle.
5,687 MILES - - - 130 HOURS & 15 MINS!
That is how many miles we rode before we actually hit the Pacific Ocean. The time is how much actual riding time was spent in the saddle so far. My GPS tracks it.
Time to hit the sheets. This having fun is wearing me out!
I do have a serious subject to cover......
DOES THIS TREE MAKE MY BUTT LOOK BIG?
We took a detour today off of Hwy 101. If anyone has ever ridden on Hwy 119 in MI. Very similar....Only all the trees are on STEROIDS! Dan & Orville....you would have enjoyed it!
Happy Trails until we meet again!
Rick (MDD)
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
Hey Folks,
Playing a little catch up again here. Some days are longggggggggggg ride days and others are just sightseeing days. On the long days, it's shower and to bed.
We left Pulson, MT which is just at the south end of Flathead Lake early on Tuesday morning. Somehow Steve was able to talk the lady at the front desk of the hotel into doing our laundry in the hotel washers and dryers. Not only did she wash and dry it...she folded it!
As we left Pulson we took the east side of Flathead Lake which I think is the best ride up. It is lined with cherry orchards all the way up the lake.
When we started it was a little overcast on our end of the lake but, as you looked north you could see just a glimmer of sunshine. Almost like waking up and realizing you had forgot to pull the shade all the way down and the sunshine was just peeking into your room.
Clouds gave way to sunshine in about 30 mins. On our right was the Mission Mountains. Just gorgeous. The sun was already up and what few clouds were still left you could play the little game of "what do you see" with the shadows on the sides of the mountains. The mountains were like a painter's canvas and the clouds were constantly changing his mural as we rode up.
That thought gave way to the calmness of the lake. We had beat the traffic out of Pulson heading toward Glacier Park. Off to our left was the lake. Calm, clear and overwhelming in size.
It gave you the feeling of sitting on a back porch, a deck, looking over the lake or the mountains, an ocean chair with your favorite book, the morning paper, a hot cup of coffee...not talking, not listening.....just enjoying. It just so happened my cup of coffee was almost 900 lbs of HD. It was so relaxing. It reminds you of how lucky we are to live in America!
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We motored on up to Glacier Park and the Going-To-The-Sun Road. All I can say.....if you are planning to go this year....find something else to do. Five miles into the park we hit road construction. For those who have never traveled out west...road construction is best described as...new construction! They completely take up all of the road. What is left is MUD & ROCK! And if there were not enough mud already...the water truck will make sure there is before you ride over it!
Average speed for over half of the road was probably 10-15 MPH. OH....I forgot...IN THE FRIGGING RAIN! All the pull offs were full of road repair equipment. So, during the rain...you just sat there in it and let the mud go by. It was quite relaxing! NOT!
We finally got to the top. (22 miles in only about two hours). The rain subsided for about 10 minutes. Then it let go again. Full rain gear for the back side ride.
We cut out of the park and went on the outside around Hwy 89 and Hwy 2. It was an awesome ride. Awesome until we met "MAN IN A VAN!"
I will vote for any politician who will ban...minivans from National Parks and roads! We are on a perfectly curved and cambered road. Mr. California MiniVan Driver decides he is going to impress us with his Richard Petty driving skills going down the mountain. I am pretty sure his wife finally slapped some sense into him and he pulled off and let us pass.
Made it back to Missoula. Our plan was to go to Lolo, MT and spend the night. But, since I DIDN'T make reservations....all the rooms were gone. We stayed in Missoula which was PERFECT. Stayed at a La Quinta using some of my points. The check-in girl named Emily was great. If I owned a business I would love to have a 100 Emily's working for me. For those that know the La Quinta in Detroit...this is why I save my points for my bike trips. The one in Detroit and the one in Missoula is day and night. If you are every in the area stay there!
Wednesday:
Got up and headed toward Idaho. Rode out on Hwy 12. Steve and I both agreed...probably the most spectacular motorcycle road we have been on. The speed limit was 70 but, you didn't want to do that. It parallels a river all the way into Idaho.
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On every turn I keep saying..."this is this my favorite." Then another turn and I would go..."no this is now my favorite." Just imagine you were in a lottery. The lottery was the contestants of Ms America. And you could only pick one. As soon as Ms Alabama walks out you go "her." Then Ms Alaska and you go.."no her." Well that is the way it was. I finally made a choice. Of course I picked the one with the biggest.......................................................ripples! Get your mind out of the gutter! That is where the biggest trout feed!
We did make a stop at the Lochsa Lodge on Hwy 12. What a great place. We were told they had the best "blackberry" cobbler. And YES they did! It was excellent. That is where I met the new Viking Motorcycle Club! I think I will make them the rivals of the Cheese Head MC in Appleton! One married couple and a friend from MN traveling. Great folks. We stopped and had an "Ice House" moment on Hwy 12.
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We took a detour on Hwy 11. I am trying to find one word to describe it.....PERFECT! The first 7 miles was like a jigsaw puzzle. Straight up a mountain.
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I will rename this road...."FIREMAN BILL'S BIGGEST FEAR!"
I will tell you what...I am pissed off! I am sick and tired of Clark this, Clark that, Clark this. The town of Clark, Clark River and now frigging Clark Ranch:
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Well, I guess my moaning and complaning about Clark this and Clark that finally paid off. Those potato heads in Idaho finally came through for me. What a great bunch of people. I couldn't believe what they did for me:
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We made a stop at the Elk Horn bar in Weippe, ID! I missed that class on tack as well. It was the same semester as the one on "fatherly advice." I walked in and the whole bar just turned and stared at me. (OK, the whole bar consisted of 4 patrons and the bartender....work with me on the story) I just said the first thing that came to my mind..."I rode all the way from NC for a free beer. Who's buying it?" I got the deer in the headlight look for everyone. Finally, a guy at the end of the bar said..."I guess I will." The bartender turned her head and gave him the "what the hell are you thinking" look. He shrugged his shoulders and said..."the man rode all the way from NC we should at least buy him a beer." And he did. Steve and I both. Yes, we did reciprocate.
And as Paul Harvey use to say...."and here is the rest of the story"
Linda and Lori (twin sisters) were half the crowd. I am thinking they are third cousins removed from Peggy at the WigWam bar in NY. Some of you reading this will know what I mean! Every other word was "OH MY GOD, WHAT A MAN." Of course that was in between the smoking and drinking. Of course...my good buddy Steve just left me out to hang! He didn't have my back at all.
We got ready to leave and my ex good friend Steve suggest that the "twins" get in a picture with me. Off those frigging bar stools they came. And I was cornered, half nelsoned, caged like a wild animal, trapped, snared, collared, hooked, overtaken, nabbed, hog tied, knotted, fenced, faster than any two women I have ever seen move. I did my best to be nice. Then they both wanted to kiss me. Steve was eating it up. I said thanks and out the door I went. Almost as fast as the "twins" got off those bar stools.
More to the story....The guy who bought us the beer suggested a place about 10 miles down the road for a burger. Timber Rail. Excellent burger. As we sat and talked Steve, still gloating at his ability to put me in a pickle brought up the "twins" to the bartender. She quickly added her comments. They just showed up from no where. Clean a whole hotel for $5 an hour. I made the comment..."that is cheap." The bartender quickly gave me more detail. "One vacuums, while the other holds the cord! And then there is Terry. He dates BOTH of the twins and......well, you get the picture.
The best part of the whole story......Steve's camera had a dead battery almost. The flash didn't work and it was out of focus. Otherwise I would be more than happy to post the picture! Really.
Miss Millie:
The bartender at the first bar was called Miss Millie. Of course we had to find out why. An older guy at the end of the bar gave her the name he said. The Long Branch in Gun Smoke had Miss Kitty, Porter Wagner had Miss Dolly...so the Elk Horn had Miss Millie! It all seemed reasonable to me!
Thursday:
We got into Lewiston, ID around 7 PM Pacific time. Nothing fancy but, we were able to wash the bike. Filthy does not even come close to explaining how dirty.
It was 106 degrees in parts of ID yesterday. Every part we were in it seemed!
Got up and headed out for WA state. Ran into a very interesting guy at the gas station. Had a "trike" with a Pinto engine. Had over 500,000 miles on it. Warned us of the Washington State HP of giving tickets for non DOT helmets. Could not understand why he got one. Then he pulled out the 1960's football helmet. I will go out on the limb on that one.
Started up Hwy 12 out of town. I can't describe how gorgeous of a ride it was:
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The back roads of WA to get to Winthrop, WA were the best. It was the quickest 400 miles I have ever ridden. Just make sure you go out to dinner before 9PM. The town closes up then!
I will say this. It's a little disconserting when you turn on the road and the WARNING sign has numbers on hooks so they can change it daily on how many deer have been killed so far this year on the "next 25 miles of road." BTW...116 so far this year! I was glad to reach the Gardner Mt Inn!
Bumper Sticker of the day: (actually it's a bar sign from the Elk Horn bar)
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I just want to add one more note and I am going to bed...Steve and I both say every day just how lucky and blessed we are to be on this trip. And every day as I am riding...I am glad I have friends and brothers like Iceman and Strangeman still serving on Active Duty in the military keeping this country great as it is and FREE! We salute you Men! Please don't ever think it's not appreciated or taken for granted! Be safe!
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL:
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for HEROES proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
Rick (MDD)
SAD NEWS TO REPORT...
Some of you may have seen or heard about his already. Bruce Rossmeyer, owner of Daytona HD was killed today in WY while passing an RV. Ride safe my friends!
http://www.wftv.com/news/20229734/detail.html
Cut & Paste.
Playing a little catch up again here. Some days are longggggggggggg ride days and others are just sightseeing days. On the long days, it's shower and to bed.
We left Pulson, MT which is just at the south end of Flathead Lake early on Tuesday morning. Somehow Steve was able to talk the lady at the front desk of the hotel into doing our laundry in the hotel washers and dryers. Not only did she wash and dry it...she folded it!
As we left Pulson we took the east side of Flathead Lake which I think is the best ride up. It is lined with cherry orchards all the way up the lake.
When we started it was a little overcast on our end of the lake but, as you looked north you could see just a glimmer of sunshine. Almost like waking up and realizing you had forgot to pull the shade all the way down and the sunshine was just peeking into your room.
Clouds gave way to sunshine in about 30 mins. On our right was the Mission Mountains. Just gorgeous. The sun was already up and what few clouds were still left you could play the little game of "what do you see" with the shadows on the sides of the mountains. The mountains were like a painter's canvas and the clouds were constantly changing his mural as we rode up.
That thought gave way to the calmness of the lake. We had beat the traffic out of Pulson heading toward Glacier Park. Off to our left was the lake. Calm, clear and overwhelming in size.
It gave you the feeling of sitting on a back porch, a deck, looking over the lake or the mountains, an ocean chair with your favorite book, the morning paper, a hot cup of coffee...not talking, not listening.....just enjoying. It just so happened my cup of coffee was almost 900 lbs of HD. It was so relaxing. It reminds you of how lucky we are to live in America!
(REMEMBER TO CLICK ON PICTURES TO ENLARGE THEM)
We motored on up to Glacier Park and the Going-To-The-Sun Road. All I can say.....if you are planning to go this year....find something else to do. Five miles into the park we hit road construction. For those who have never traveled out west...road construction is best described as...new construction! They completely take up all of the road. What is left is MUD & ROCK! And if there were not enough mud already...the water truck will make sure there is before you ride over it!
Average speed for over half of the road was probably 10-15 MPH. OH....I forgot...IN THE FRIGGING RAIN! All the pull offs were full of road repair equipment. So, during the rain...you just sat there in it and let the mud go by. It was quite relaxing! NOT!
We finally got to the top. (22 miles in only about two hours). The rain subsided for about 10 minutes. Then it let go again. Full rain gear for the back side ride.
We cut out of the park and went on the outside around Hwy 89 and Hwy 2. It was an awesome ride. Awesome until we met "MAN IN A VAN!"
I will vote for any politician who will ban...minivans from National Parks and roads! We are on a perfectly curved and cambered road. Mr. California MiniVan Driver decides he is going to impress us with his Richard Petty driving skills going down the mountain. I am pretty sure his wife finally slapped some sense into him and he pulled off and let us pass.
Made it back to Missoula. Our plan was to go to Lolo, MT and spend the night. But, since I DIDN'T make reservations....all the rooms were gone. We stayed in Missoula which was PERFECT. Stayed at a La Quinta using some of my points. The check-in girl named Emily was great. If I owned a business I would love to have a 100 Emily's working for me. For those that know the La Quinta in Detroit...this is why I save my points for my bike trips. The one in Detroit and the one in Missoula is day and night. If you are every in the area stay there!
Wednesday:
Got up and headed toward Idaho. Rode out on Hwy 12. Steve and I both agreed...probably the most spectacular motorcycle road we have been on. The speed limit was 70 but, you didn't want to do that. It parallels a river all the way into Idaho.
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On every turn I keep saying..."this is this my favorite." Then another turn and I would go..."no this is now my favorite." Just imagine you were in a lottery. The lottery was the contestants of Ms America. And you could only pick one. As soon as Ms Alabama walks out you go "her." Then Ms Alaska and you go.."no her." Well that is the way it was. I finally made a choice. Of course I picked the one with the biggest.......................................................ripples! Get your mind out of the gutter! That is where the biggest trout feed!
We did make a stop at the Lochsa Lodge on Hwy 12. What a great place. We were told they had the best "blackberry" cobbler. And YES they did! It was excellent. That is where I met the new Viking Motorcycle Club! I think I will make them the rivals of the Cheese Head MC in Appleton! One married couple and a friend from MN traveling. Great folks. We stopped and had an "Ice House" moment on Hwy 12.
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We took a detour on Hwy 11. I am trying to find one word to describe it.....PERFECT! The first 7 miles was like a jigsaw puzzle. Straight up a mountain.
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I will rename this road...."FIREMAN BILL'S BIGGEST FEAR!"
I will tell you what...I am pissed off! I am sick and tired of Clark this, Clark that, Clark this. The town of Clark, Clark River and now frigging Clark Ranch:
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Well, I guess my moaning and complaning about Clark this and Clark that finally paid off. Those potato heads in Idaho finally came through for me. What a great bunch of people. I couldn't believe what they did for me:
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We made a stop at the Elk Horn bar in Weippe, ID! I missed that class on tack as well. It was the same semester as the one on "fatherly advice." I walked in and the whole bar just turned and stared at me. (OK, the whole bar consisted of 4 patrons and the bartender....work with me on the story) I just said the first thing that came to my mind..."I rode all the way from NC for a free beer. Who's buying it?" I got the deer in the headlight look for everyone. Finally, a guy at the end of the bar said..."I guess I will." The bartender turned her head and gave him the "what the hell are you thinking" look. He shrugged his shoulders and said..."the man rode all the way from NC we should at least buy him a beer." And he did. Steve and I both. Yes, we did reciprocate.
And as Paul Harvey use to say...."and here is the rest of the story"
Linda and Lori (twin sisters) were half the crowd. I am thinking they are third cousins removed from Peggy at the WigWam bar in NY. Some of you reading this will know what I mean! Every other word was "OH MY GOD, WHAT A MAN." Of course that was in between the smoking and drinking. Of course...my good buddy Steve just left me out to hang! He didn't have my back at all.
We got ready to leave and my ex good friend Steve suggest that the "twins" get in a picture with me. Off those frigging bar stools they came. And I was cornered, half nelsoned, caged like a wild animal, trapped, snared, collared, hooked, overtaken, nabbed, hog tied, knotted, fenced, faster than any two women I have ever seen move. I did my best to be nice. Then they both wanted to kiss me. Steve was eating it up. I said thanks and out the door I went. Almost as fast as the "twins" got off those bar stools.
More to the story....The guy who bought us the beer suggested a place about 10 miles down the road for a burger. Timber Rail. Excellent burger. As we sat and talked Steve, still gloating at his ability to put me in a pickle brought up the "twins" to the bartender. She quickly added her comments. They just showed up from no where. Clean a whole hotel for $5 an hour. I made the comment..."that is cheap." The bartender quickly gave me more detail. "One vacuums, while the other holds the cord! And then there is Terry. He dates BOTH of the twins and......well, you get the picture.
The best part of the whole story......Steve's camera had a dead battery almost. The flash didn't work and it was out of focus. Otherwise I would be more than happy to post the picture! Really.
Miss Millie:
The bartender at the first bar was called Miss Millie. Of course we had to find out why. An older guy at the end of the bar gave her the name he said. The Long Branch in Gun Smoke had Miss Kitty, Porter Wagner had Miss Dolly...so the Elk Horn had Miss Millie! It all seemed reasonable to me!
Thursday:
We got into Lewiston, ID around 7 PM Pacific time. Nothing fancy but, we were able to wash the bike. Filthy does not even come close to explaining how dirty.
It was 106 degrees in parts of ID yesterday. Every part we were in it seemed!
Got up and headed out for WA state. Ran into a very interesting guy at the gas station. Had a "trike" with a Pinto engine. Had over 500,000 miles on it. Warned us of the Washington State HP of giving tickets for non DOT helmets. Could not understand why he got one. Then he pulled out the 1960's football helmet. I will go out on the limb on that one.
Started up Hwy 12 out of town. I can't describe how gorgeous of a ride it was:
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The back roads of WA to get to Winthrop, WA were the best. It was the quickest 400 miles I have ever ridden. Just make sure you go out to dinner before 9PM. The town closes up then!
I will say this. It's a little disconserting when you turn on the road and the WARNING sign has numbers on hooks so they can change it daily on how many deer have been killed so far this year on the "next 25 miles of road." BTW...116 so far this year! I was glad to reach the Gardner Mt Inn!
Bumper Sticker of the day: (actually it's a bar sign from the Elk Horn bar)
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I just want to add one more note and I am going to bed...Steve and I both say every day just how lucky and blessed we are to be on this trip. And every day as I am riding...I am glad I have friends and brothers like Iceman and Strangeman still serving on Active Duty in the military keeping this country great as it is and FREE! We salute you Men! Please don't ever think it's not appreciated or taken for granted! Be safe!
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL:
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for HEROES proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
Rick (MDD)
SAD NEWS TO REPORT...
Some of you may have seen or heard about his already. Bruce Rossmeyer, owner of Daytona HD was killed today in WY while passing an RV. Ride safe my friends!
http://www.wftv.com/news/20229734/detail.html
Cut & Paste.
THANKS TOMMY!
Well, I feel like I should apologize....I got six emails wanting to know if we were still alive and kicking since I had not posted a blog entry. Thanks for checking!
I will play catch up here. We left Huron, SD on Sunday morning. Destination was Red Lodge, MT. That was NOT going to happen. Putz, you can call me "Evil Anal" if you want....next big trip I am having reservations! (That goes for you too Brenda!)
Started calling Red Lodge around 1130 in the morning. No rooms any where to be found. Even in the outlying towns. Finally found rooms in Billings at the hotel we (airline) stay at on layovers. Motley Crue and Godspell/Godspin some other band were staying there. I could have cared less. Now had it been King George Strait...different story!
Found out the reasons there were no rooms in Red Lodge was due to the "Mountain Man Rendezvous" weekend. Marva..if you start getting calls with area code 406.....what are friends for! Besides, we need a free place to stay next time in Red Lodge! Be nice to them when they call!
We did stop in Broadus, MT for the "worlds greatest milkshake." It was OK.
The big highlight of the day was Little Big Horn National Park. Words just can't do it justice. I have been lucky enough to visit Gettysburg several times. Little Big Horn was just as moving. You see grave markers though out the whole battle area. They just buried the men where they fell. We were standing up on the top of the hill where the final battle was fought. You can see all the grave markers of the soldiers scattered down the hill. (261 total) Even Gen Custer's. His headstone is black compared to the others which are white.
Steve and I were trying to find a word to describe our feelings as we were standing there. I used the word "moving." Steve used "spiritual." Today while getting oil changes in Bozeman a Native American who fought in Vietnam came up to talk to me. Very articulate, educated man. We were talking about Little Big Horn. He used the right word to describe it...."Sacred!" It's a MUST SEE if you are in the area. My words will never do it justice!
We lost a few brain cells in Billings later that night. I am not really sure but, I think it is safe to say our waitress with all the tattoos (she was sleeving out with tattoos) and big holes in her ears was not very receptive of my "fatherly" advice. I am pretty sure when she started rolling her eyes....I should have picked up on that and stopped, oh well. Unfortunately, I missed that class and continued to give it.
Monday...
Got up and left Billings heading for Beartooth Hwy. Stopped in Red Lodge for breakfast. Found a place that actually served grits! Filled up and headed out.
Charles Kuralt called Beartooth Hwy the most gorgeous road in America. I really can't argue with him. But.....I don't think he did it in the rain! It kind of distorts your view of it when it's raining and road repairs are going on. Throw in dinosaur sized misquotes as well when you have to stop and wait for the road repairs. The flagmen/women were wearing misquotes head nets if that gives you a better picture. I finally got off my bike and got my repellent out. Regardless....well worth it.
Got into Yellowstone a little later than planned. Our original plan was to make Bozeman yesterday so we could get oil changes early this morning. We are at about 4,500 miles into the ride so far.
Thanks to the buffalo that didn't happen. We were backed up in traffic for over an hour so all the people driving a minivan could take a picture of an over size cow! Then, two miles down the road...same thing! What do people do with 300 pictures of buffalo? Christmas cards? Who the hell knows. =-)
It was Steve's first time on Beartooth and in Yellowstone. After we finally got by the Buffalo Fan Club it was pretty smooth sailing....kind of, not really!
Kind of if you like torrential down pours and HAIL! We were actually hailed on twice. I have never had ice build up on my windshield so fast. It was a bit larger than peas. Yes it hurts! It makes a very loud "pinging" noise off of your helmet. That is when Steve had been replaced by Willy Wonka!
The back side of Yellowstone we got a little break for about 30 mins just as we pulled into Old Faithful. It was perfect timing. Old Faithful goes off about every 90 minutes. We were only there 3 mins and it went off. Very cool if you have never seen that.
As a kid, we didn't have a clothes dryer like some of you as well I am guessing. I can still remember the smell of when my Mom would put fresh sheets on the bed from the clothes line...that is what the smell reminded me of yesterday after the last rain and we were able to take our rain gear off and ride the remainder of Yellowstone. The culmination of the fresh rain, the drop in temp, (97 to 57 in one day) the trees all combined to give that "fresh clothes line" smell when your head will hit the pillow at night.
It was late so I decided to call a place I have stayed at three times now. The Hebagan Mountain Inn. This is where I first "encountered" the Cheese Head Motorcycle Club! And yes, they still remember us!
My brother sometimes accuses me of being a little "squeaky." The rate started at $165 a night. When it was all done and said...we got the rooms for $100. Yes, the squeaky oils does get the oil sometimes! And yes Cheese Heads....the bar is doing fine. When I asked for ice, I was told..."you have been here enough, the ice machine is in the kitchen if you want more." And yes, I did get up and go get it. The other sister was cooking and said when I walked into the kitchen...."are you coming back to help?" I got the hell out fast! I love a place that the owner gets up to tell you bye in the morning...(or check to make sure you are not stealing towels..not sure yet which)
It's also hard to describe what Flathead Lake looks like until you crest the hill on Hwy 93 and see it for the first time. It is an amazing body of water. Largest lake east of the Mississippi.
So far this trip....antelope, mule deer, moose, eagles, and a mountain lion. (OK, he was dead..but, I still saw him)
Tomorrow we ride the Going-To-The-Sun road in Glacier Park and then head to Idaho and Hwy 12. Following the same river Lewis and Clark did.
THANKS TOMMY:
When the trip was first hatched in my little incubation pit I call a mind, I sent out an "open" invitation. Two people (actually three but, as soon as I said I still don't share a room it was down to two) was serious about going. Tommy from Columbia, SC who went to Undergraduate School and Law School at University of South Carolina (big red chicken for a mascot) wanted to go. He stated...I want to see Little Big Horn. When I first met Tommy and his lovely wife Peggy on the way to Sturgis four years ago in a bar (I see a trend with all my friends) we became instant friends. Even back then he talked about going to "Little Big Horn."
I did the research, planned the route to include what "Little Tommy" wanted to do. Then I sent out "release forms" for both married guys to have their wives sign them. Well, let's just say only Steve is on the trip.....kind of! Tommy, we both thank you from the bottom of our hearts for routing us that way....and buddy, you were there in spirit! =-)
Quote of the day comes from General Custer's sword. Here is the picture of it:
I have also added a couple of videos I posted on YouTube. Just copy and paste this link in your tool bar. If you ever wondered how big a 3,000 pound buffalo looks three feet in front of your Harley....you can see!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjKbq1jV3GE
In the honor of a true American icon, Walter Cronkite:
"And that's the way it is!"
Rick (MDD)
I will play catch up here. We left Huron, SD on Sunday morning. Destination was Red Lodge, MT. That was NOT going to happen. Putz, you can call me "Evil Anal" if you want....next big trip I am having reservations! (That goes for you too Brenda!)
Started calling Red Lodge around 1130 in the morning. No rooms any where to be found. Even in the outlying towns. Finally found rooms in Billings at the hotel we (airline) stay at on layovers. Motley Crue and Godspell/Godspin some other band were staying there. I could have cared less. Now had it been King George Strait...different story!
Found out the reasons there were no rooms in Red Lodge was due to the "Mountain Man Rendezvous" weekend. Marva..if you start getting calls with area code 406.....what are friends for! Besides, we need a free place to stay next time in Red Lodge! Be nice to them when they call!
We did stop in Broadus, MT for the "worlds greatest milkshake." It was OK.
The big highlight of the day was Little Big Horn National Park. Words just can't do it justice. I have been lucky enough to visit Gettysburg several times. Little Big Horn was just as moving. You see grave markers though out the whole battle area. They just buried the men where they fell. We were standing up on the top of the hill where the final battle was fought. You can see all the grave markers of the soldiers scattered down the hill. (261 total) Even Gen Custer's. His headstone is black compared to the others which are white.
Steve and I were trying to find a word to describe our feelings as we were standing there. I used the word "moving." Steve used "spiritual." Today while getting oil changes in Bozeman a Native American who fought in Vietnam came up to talk to me. Very articulate, educated man. We were talking about Little Big Horn. He used the right word to describe it...."Sacred!" It's a MUST SEE if you are in the area. My words will never do it justice!
We lost a few brain cells in Billings later that night. I am not really sure but, I think it is safe to say our waitress with all the tattoos (she was sleeving out with tattoos) and big holes in her ears was not very receptive of my "fatherly" advice. I am pretty sure when she started rolling her eyes....I should have picked up on that and stopped, oh well. Unfortunately, I missed that class and continued to give it.
Monday...
Got up and left Billings heading for Beartooth Hwy. Stopped in Red Lodge for breakfast. Found a place that actually served grits! Filled up and headed out.
Charles Kuralt called Beartooth Hwy the most gorgeous road in America. I really can't argue with him. But.....I don't think he did it in the rain! It kind of distorts your view of it when it's raining and road repairs are going on. Throw in dinosaur sized misquotes as well when you have to stop and wait for the road repairs. The flagmen/women were wearing misquotes head nets if that gives you a better picture. I finally got off my bike and got my repellent out. Regardless....well worth it.
Got into Yellowstone a little later than planned. Our original plan was to make Bozeman yesterday so we could get oil changes early this morning. We are at about 4,500 miles into the ride so far.
Thanks to the buffalo that didn't happen. We were backed up in traffic for over an hour so all the people driving a minivan could take a picture of an over size cow! Then, two miles down the road...same thing! What do people do with 300 pictures of buffalo? Christmas cards? Who the hell knows. =-)
It was Steve's first time on Beartooth and in Yellowstone. After we finally got by the Buffalo Fan Club it was pretty smooth sailing....kind of, not really!
Kind of if you like torrential down pours and HAIL! We were actually hailed on twice. I have never had ice build up on my windshield so fast. It was a bit larger than peas. Yes it hurts! It makes a very loud "pinging" noise off of your helmet. That is when Steve had been replaced by Willy Wonka!
The back side of Yellowstone we got a little break for about 30 mins just as we pulled into Old Faithful. It was perfect timing. Old Faithful goes off about every 90 minutes. We were only there 3 mins and it went off. Very cool if you have never seen that.
As a kid, we didn't have a clothes dryer like some of you as well I am guessing. I can still remember the smell of when my Mom would put fresh sheets on the bed from the clothes line...that is what the smell reminded me of yesterday after the last rain and we were able to take our rain gear off and ride the remainder of Yellowstone. The culmination of the fresh rain, the drop in temp, (97 to 57 in one day) the trees all combined to give that "fresh clothes line" smell when your head will hit the pillow at night.
It was late so I decided to call a place I have stayed at three times now. The Hebagan Mountain Inn. This is where I first "encountered" the Cheese Head Motorcycle Club! And yes, they still remember us!
My brother sometimes accuses me of being a little "squeaky." The rate started at $165 a night. When it was all done and said...we got the rooms for $100. Yes, the squeaky oils does get the oil sometimes! And yes Cheese Heads....the bar is doing fine. When I asked for ice, I was told..."you have been here enough, the ice machine is in the kitchen if you want more." And yes, I did get up and go get it. The other sister was cooking and said when I walked into the kitchen...."are you coming back to help?" I got the hell out fast! I love a place that the owner gets up to tell you bye in the morning...(or check to make sure you are not stealing towels..not sure yet which)
It's also hard to describe what Flathead Lake looks like until you crest the hill on Hwy 93 and see it for the first time. It is an amazing body of water. Largest lake east of the Mississippi.
So far this trip....antelope, mule deer, moose, eagles, and a mountain lion. (OK, he was dead..but, I still saw him)
Tomorrow we ride the Going-To-The-Sun road in Glacier Park and then head to Idaho and Hwy 12. Following the same river Lewis and Clark did.
THANKS TOMMY:
When the trip was first hatched in my little incubation pit I call a mind, I sent out an "open" invitation. Two people (actually three but, as soon as I said I still don't share a room it was down to two) was serious about going. Tommy from Columbia, SC who went to Undergraduate School and Law School at University of South Carolina (big red chicken for a mascot) wanted to go. He stated...I want to see Little Big Horn. When I first met Tommy and his lovely wife Peggy on the way to Sturgis four years ago in a bar (I see a trend with all my friends) we became instant friends. Even back then he talked about going to "Little Big Horn."
I did the research, planned the route to include what "Little Tommy" wanted to do. Then I sent out "release forms" for both married guys to have their wives sign them. Well, let's just say only Steve is on the trip.....kind of! Tommy, we both thank you from the bottom of our hearts for routing us that way....and buddy, you were there in spirit! =-)
Quote of the day comes from General Custer's sword. Here is the picture of it:
I have also added a couple of videos I posted on YouTube. Just copy and paste this link in your tool bar. If you ever wondered how big a 3,000 pound buffalo looks three feet in front of your Harley....you can see!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjKbq1jV3GE
In the honor of a true American icon, Walter Cronkite:
"And that's the way it is!"
Rick (MDD)
FREE BEER!!
Had to take a day off. Was trying to figure out how to download my videos into my computer. I almost called my wiz kid neighbor for help! Finally got it up and going. Now I just need to learn how to edit them.
I am sure you are just dying to see a five minute video of Spearfish Canyon or Needles Hwy! Got up Thursday and went for a nice ride over to Devils Tower. Gorgeous day for riding. It is my forth time and every time is just amazes me how incredible and amazing it is, in person. It still makes the hair stand up on my arms as I round the corner on Hwy 24 and see it. It is almost like an enormous rocket ship just emerging from the ground waiting for count down. Truly an amazing natural wonder. It was the very first National Monument.
I will never understand why people always want to go to Europe and places when we have so much to offer right here in America. Just spectacular sights.
Left Devils Tower and took Steve on the "round about" back to Deadwood, SD. A little on the warm side, 97, yesterday. So, when it's 97 and you pass a place called "Polly's Pub" in the greatest little town in America according to the city limit sign...it was calling: "Rick, Steve, Rick, Steve." Being true southern gentlemen...we turned our bikes around and headed back to Polly's! Ice cold beer. The bottles had frost on them! Great little stop.
Popped on over to Deadwood, SD. Had dinner and a beer or two there and headed back to Sturgis. We got in a good 225 mile ride.
Got up early again this morning and rode out to cover Spearfish Canyon, Mt Rushmore, Iron Mountain Rd, and Needles Hwy. First stop was the same breakfast place I have been going to since my brother Randy, and friend Fringy first came out here. It has since been sold but, still the same friendliness as before. Our new favorite waitress is Michelle. She gave us the low down on "Howdy's" dinner. Amazing, the gas station is also called "Howdy's." This Howdy fella gets around. Regardless, she is cute as a button and perfect teeth. If you find yourself in Whitewood, SD...stop in. Be forewarned....she does not like to ride long distance. When we talked about how far we had riddeN...her response...UGHHHHHHH! Filled up and headed out.
First road was Spearfish Canyon. A small, narrow road deep in wooded canyon walls. A couple of nice waterfalls as well. Sunny and very comfortable ride.
Went up to Mt Rushmore. I am pretty sure the girl running the "parking concession" booth will not be sending me a Christmas card. What a crock of poop! Steve and I both bought the "Annual Pass" that was suppose to cover every National Park back in MI. $80. We figured by the time we got back, it would be worth it. WRONG! Concession Booth Princess informed me my pass was no good since Mt Rushmore was a "monument" and not a "park." So, we had to pay for "parking." I told her what I thought of that idea. Then she asked me what state I was from. I asked if she was going to send me a Christmas card. She failed to see/understand my humor. I asked her why she needed to know. ( I am sure the long line behind me had nothing to do while I made a new friend in SD) She said they tracked where visitors were from and wanted to know where my bike was registered. I obliged her..."the moon!" Again, she failed to see my humor. I then offered to tell her for $10. That is when she informed me if "I wanted to proceed, I had better tell her where the bike was from." My next answer was NC and drove off! Under my breath I was saying, "to the moon Alice, to the moon!"
Later as I thought about it....Devils Tower is also a "monument" and I didn't get charged there to park. Maybe that is part of the "change." It was kind of cool. One of the original "drillers" was in the gift shop signing books. I asked when they planned to start on President Reagan's addition. He was not amused either. So, I left Mt Rushmore!
Started on Iron Mountain Hwy. Very nice at first. Then, it quickly turned into another one of those "romantic" days again! Steve, me and a herd of wild burros. It was "special." Especially when the morons from MN started feeding the burros from their minivan. I had my video camera ready. I was thinking $10,000 first prize when the burro went into the van. Unfortunately it never happened.
Left Iron Mountain and went directly to Needles Hwy. From what little I could see the first ten miles was excellent. We did manage to talk the guys who drive the jeeps on "bison tours" to allow us to park in their garage during the lighting. Great guys. Again, I am just not sure how Obama got elected. These guys were all on the same page as us. (Candace...come over from the dark side)!
The rain let up a little and according to Weatherman Steve...it was "done." It was, until about 1/4 mile down the road and the buckets really let go! Sat under a tree with a couple from NE. Nice folks. Even though the girl would not put her jacket on and she was riding in shorts, flip flops and chaps. Her reasoning was.....she didn't want her jacket to get wet! Ummmm, I think that is why I bought a rain jacket. I know I am going out on a limb on that one. But, God smiled down on us! The last five miles of Needles Hwy the sun came out. It is the best part of the ride. So, not all was lost.
Tomorrow we ride out for Red Lodge, MT via the Little Big Horn Battlefield that my friend Tommy wanted included in the ride plan. Oh, that's right....Tommy couldn't come. His wife Peggy would not sign his permission slip. No problem Tommy....I will dazzle Steve with all my research I put into the stop! =-) I just realized now why your alma mater uses a Chicken for the mascot! =-)
FREE BEER: On the way to Devils Tower we stopped in Hullet, WY. I wanted a Red Bull. Walked in and was told we had to go to the bar to get it. Walked around the corner and there was Helga from Germany, tending bar in Hullet, WY. I got my Red Bull and she looked at me like, "is that it you puss?" So, I ordered a local beer. (it was after noon in NC...10 here) Then Steve ordered. He wanted a PBR. As soon as he ordered, I saw a sign for Schlitz $1! He asked if she had Schlitz for a $1. She said "no, I will give it to you if you will really drink it!" No one drinks Schlitz in WY! (and pays for it!)
Bumper Sticker of the day: I WILL KEEP MY FREEDOM, MY MONEY, MY GUNS....YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CHANGE!
Have a great weekend, Rick (MDD)
I am sure you are just dying to see a five minute video of Spearfish Canyon or Needles Hwy! Got up Thursday and went for a nice ride over to Devils Tower. Gorgeous day for riding. It is my forth time and every time is just amazes me how incredible and amazing it is, in person. It still makes the hair stand up on my arms as I round the corner on Hwy 24 and see it. It is almost like an enormous rocket ship just emerging from the ground waiting for count down. Truly an amazing natural wonder. It was the very first National Monument.
I will never understand why people always want to go to Europe and places when we have so much to offer right here in America. Just spectacular sights.
Left Devils Tower and took Steve on the "round about" back to Deadwood, SD. A little on the warm side, 97, yesterday. So, when it's 97 and you pass a place called "Polly's Pub" in the greatest little town in America according to the city limit sign...it was calling: "Rick, Steve, Rick, Steve." Being true southern gentlemen...we turned our bikes around and headed back to Polly's! Ice cold beer. The bottles had frost on them! Great little stop.
Popped on over to Deadwood, SD. Had dinner and a beer or two there and headed back to Sturgis. We got in a good 225 mile ride.
Got up early again this morning and rode out to cover Spearfish Canyon, Mt Rushmore, Iron Mountain Rd, and Needles Hwy. First stop was the same breakfast place I have been going to since my brother Randy, and friend Fringy first came out here. It has since been sold but, still the same friendliness as before. Our new favorite waitress is Michelle. She gave us the low down on "Howdy's" dinner. Amazing, the gas station is also called "Howdy's." This Howdy fella gets around. Regardless, she is cute as a button and perfect teeth. If you find yourself in Whitewood, SD...stop in. Be forewarned....she does not like to ride long distance. When we talked about how far we had riddeN...her response...UGHHHHHHH! Filled up and headed out.
First road was Spearfish Canyon. A small, narrow road deep in wooded canyon walls. A couple of nice waterfalls as well. Sunny and very comfortable ride.
Went up to Mt Rushmore. I am pretty sure the girl running the "parking concession" booth will not be sending me a Christmas card. What a crock of poop! Steve and I both bought the "Annual Pass" that was suppose to cover every National Park back in MI. $80. We figured by the time we got back, it would be worth it. WRONG! Concession Booth Princess informed me my pass was no good since Mt Rushmore was a "monument" and not a "park." So, we had to pay for "parking." I told her what I thought of that idea. Then she asked me what state I was from. I asked if she was going to send me a Christmas card. She failed to see/understand my humor. I asked her why she needed to know. ( I am sure the long line behind me had nothing to do while I made a new friend in SD) She said they tracked where visitors were from and wanted to know where my bike was registered. I obliged her..."the moon!" Again, she failed to see my humor. I then offered to tell her for $10. That is when she informed me if "I wanted to proceed, I had better tell her where the bike was from." My next answer was NC and drove off! Under my breath I was saying, "to the moon Alice, to the moon!"
Later as I thought about it....Devils Tower is also a "monument" and I didn't get charged there to park. Maybe that is part of the "change." It was kind of cool. One of the original "drillers" was in the gift shop signing books. I asked when they planned to start on President Reagan's addition. He was not amused either. So, I left Mt Rushmore!
Started on Iron Mountain Hwy. Very nice at first. Then, it quickly turned into another one of those "romantic" days again! Steve, me and a herd of wild burros. It was "special." Especially when the morons from MN started feeding the burros from their minivan. I had my video camera ready. I was thinking $10,000 first prize when the burro went into the van. Unfortunately it never happened.
Left Iron Mountain and went directly to Needles Hwy. From what little I could see the first ten miles was excellent. We did manage to talk the guys who drive the jeeps on "bison tours" to allow us to park in their garage during the lighting. Great guys. Again, I am just not sure how Obama got elected. These guys were all on the same page as us. (Candace...come over from the dark side)!
The rain let up a little and according to Weatherman Steve...it was "done." It was, until about 1/4 mile down the road and the buckets really let go! Sat under a tree with a couple from NE. Nice folks. Even though the girl would not put her jacket on and she was riding in shorts, flip flops and chaps. Her reasoning was.....she didn't want her jacket to get wet! Ummmm, I think that is why I bought a rain jacket. I know I am going out on a limb on that one. But, God smiled down on us! The last five miles of Needles Hwy the sun came out. It is the best part of the ride. So, not all was lost.
Tomorrow we ride out for Red Lodge, MT via the Little Big Horn Battlefield that my friend Tommy wanted included in the ride plan. Oh, that's right....Tommy couldn't come. His wife Peggy would not sign his permission slip. No problem Tommy....I will dazzle Steve with all my research I put into the stop! =-) I just realized now why your alma mater uses a Chicken for the mascot! =-)
FREE BEER: On the way to Devils Tower we stopped in Hullet, WY. I wanted a Red Bull. Walked in and was told we had to go to the bar to get it. Walked around the corner and there was Helga from Germany, tending bar in Hullet, WY. I got my Red Bull and she looked at me like, "is that it you puss?" So, I ordered a local beer. (it was after noon in NC...10 here) Then Steve ordered. He wanted a PBR. As soon as he ordered, I saw a sign for Schlitz $1! He asked if she had Schlitz for a $1. She said "no, I will give it to you if you will really drink it!" No one drinks Schlitz in WY! (and pays for it!)
Bumper Sticker of the day: I WILL KEEP MY FREEDOM, MY MONEY, MY GUNS....YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CHANGE!Have a great weekend, Rick (MDD)
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees BACK!
Well, well, well.....finally made it to Sturgis today. Sleep in a little this morning, got up, loaded the bikes, and headed out from Huron, SD to Sturgis.
I will say this for anyone riding to Sturgis (trailering Tommy does not count). Get off of Interstate 90 and either take Hwy 14/34 or Hwy 212! What a pleasure to ride. No 18 wheelers, no traffic (at one point we rode 37 miles without seeing a car in either direction), no buildings and most important....NO WALL DRUG STORE signs!
The speed limit on the signs is 65. We probably averaged 75+. At one point there had to be about a 1500-2000' vertical drop on the road to the bottom. Almost a mile long. It would not do for my nephew Donald to live there! But, I think that is the pot calling the kettle black...I finally got the White Knight above 100 today. My personal best, 111! (sorry Mark...on one shoulder was the devil waving two checkered flags saying do it! On the other shoulder was the NCHP saying don't! Oh well, it was SD so I did!)
Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Millions! And no, I am not exaggerating. There were so many grasshoppers today I thought someone had dropped dirt on the road. We stopped at a store for a pop and a local rancher said they were so bad they were eating the paint off houses south of where we were at! I had to wash my jeans just to get the grasshopper guts off! It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Those little SOB's hurt when they hit you in the head and legs.
We will be in Sturgis for three days. Steve has never been here. Will probably average about 300 miles a day while here.
Story of the trip so far:
Got to the hotel and checked in. Took off to get the thousands (yes, thousands of grasshoppers off the bike) at the car wash. Got back, showered and took off for Sturgis the main part. First stop was the Full Throttle Saloon.
We were sitting at the bar bs'ing with the bartender and a fellow walks up with dreadlocks. Very unpretentious type fellow. Huge southern accent. Great guy to talk with. Come to find out, he is the owner of Full Throttle Saloon. He is from Jackson, TN. Told us the whole story about how he came to own the bar.
It is incredible. Long story short, he started selling pagers and cell phones out of his dad's tile shop when he was 16. Was the first person to ever "give" cell phones away with a contract. Verizon bought him out about ten years ago for $48 million! He is living the dream. What a down to Earth, good person.
The bartender was the same. He is an aircraft mechanic the other eleven months of the year. NASCAR fan. Go figure! Both were good people.
This bar is incredible. The owner just bought a bridge and had it moved to the bar for seating. You have to see it, to believe it.
OK, it's bed time for Bonzo!
Bumper Sticker of the day:
OBAMANOMICS: TRICKLE UP POVERTY!
Rick (MDD)
I will say this for anyone riding to Sturgis (trailering Tommy does not count). Get off of Interstate 90 and either take Hwy 14/34 or Hwy 212! What a pleasure to ride. No 18 wheelers, no traffic (at one point we rode 37 miles without seeing a car in either direction), no buildings and most important....NO WALL DRUG STORE signs!
The speed limit on the signs is 65. We probably averaged 75+. At one point there had to be about a 1500-2000' vertical drop on the road to the bottom. Almost a mile long. It would not do for my nephew Donald to live there! But, I think that is the pot calling the kettle black...I finally got the White Knight above 100 today. My personal best, 111! (sorry Mark...on one shoulder was the devil waving two checkered flags saying do it! On the other shoulder was the NCHP saying don't! Oh well, it was SD so I did!)
Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Millions! And no, I am not exaggerating. There were so many grasshoppers today I thought someone had dropped dirt on the road. We stopped at a store for a pop and a local rancher said they were so bad they were eating the paint off houses south of where we were at! I had to wash my jeans just to get the grasshopper guts off! It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Those little SOB's hurt when they hit you in the head and legs.
We will be in Sturgis for three days. Steve has never been here. Will probably average about 300 miles a day while here.
Story of the trip so far:
Got to the hotel and checked in. Took off to get the thousands (yes, thousands of grasshoppers off the bike) at the car wash. Got back, showered and took off for Sturgis the main part. First stop was the Full Throttle Saloon.
We were sitting at the bar bs'ing with the bartender and a fellow walks up with dreadlocks. Very unpretentious type fellow. Huge southern accent. Great guy to talk with. Come to find out, he is the owner of Full Throttle Saloon. He is from Jackson, TN. Told us the whole story about how he came to own the bar.
It is incredible. Long story short, he started selling pagers and cell phones out of his dad's tile shop when he was 16. Was the first person to ever "give" cell phones away with a contract. Verizon bought him out about ten years ago for $48 million! He is living the dream. What a down to Earth, good person.
The bartender was the same. He is an aircraft mechanic the other eleven months of the year. NASCAR fan. Go figure! Both were good people.
This bar is incredible. The owner just bought a bridge and had it moved to the bar for seating. You have to see it, to believe it.
OK, it's bed time for Bonzo!
Bumper Sticker of the day:
OBAMANOMICS: TRICKLE UP POVERTY!
Rick (MDD)
Dear PETA....
Another day on the steel horse is behind us. Seven days and almost 3,000 miles so far.
Left Grand Rapids, MN yesterday morning. It was another one of those "romantic" days I talked about earlier...Pouring rain and 54 degrees. I am telling you, that Al Gore fellas is really on to something with that "global warming" theory of his!
For those of us who ride, please explain something to me: Why is it we love to ride beside a flowing river/creek/ocean and just love the calming utopia it puts us in? We all have had that urge just to park the bike on a hot day and just jump into the body of water we are riding along side of. Yet, the cold, pouring rain, running up my sleeve and settling in my arm pits, fogging my face shield, filling my boot, just does not give me that same "utopia." In fact, I am sick of it already! =-)
Regardless, it only lasted three hours. It was a bitter sweet morning. We did some fantastic riding yet, we had to bid farewell to Jud & Brenda. They rode back to the East and we headed West. What a great time was had. Like Steve said and I can only echo his sentiments, "what good people!"
I did have a blow out yesterday. Nope, not my tire, my boot! The zipper came out of my boot. I am thinking that did not help my "utopia" I was experiencing in the pouring rain. As we were riding through Brainerd, MN I decided to stop and ask if there was a local cobbler. That was a great idea had I not laid my leather jacket on my exhaust and melted the zipper!
I was lucky, I found a business in downtown Brainerd that was tops! It was kind of like the story of the guy going into the hardware store for a water hose and coming out with a new riding mower. Before it was all over....I had a new zipper in my boot, a new zipper in my jacket, new laces, and even resoled my boots! All for only $95. It was a heck of a deal. If you are ever in Brainerd, MN and need repairs...go to Harting Shoe Repair! On top of that.....He is a true Patriot! Thinks just like the majority of us do! It restored my faith in some of the people of MN!
Finally after three and a half hours of "leather" work we were on our way again. We were hoping to make Sturgis by night fall. Just a little more than 700 miles. My blow out negated that idea. Plus, we ran into a mega thunderstorm. You have heard of "storm chaser" well, we were storm avoider's! And that is why we didn't make Sturgis. GPS's are great (most of the time.) Let's just say, we got an excellent scenic tour of the state of MN. I found some roads that I had never seen even living there for eleven years! But, it was gorgeous riding. So, we really can't complain.
Finally rolled into the state of South Dakota around 430 PM Central time. It was decided we would take back roads to Sturgis vs the interstate. Great decision except.....very few hotels! We were ready to call it a night around 8 PM when we discovered...we were not as ready as we thought. The only hotel in the small town of Redland, SD was full. So, south to Huron, SD we went. Another 45 miles. Only to discover all five hotels here was full too! Brenda....this "not having reservations" was not working for me last night. Finally we got rooms (smoking, conference rooms with Murphy beds). And you know what...I was damn grateful at 1030 PM at night to have them!
I will say this...last night as we crested one of the many loping hills in SD we caught the sun going down. It was a gorgeous evening. We rolled over the hill and there was the beautiful valley in SD being lit by the setting sun. Visibility had to be 100 miles plus! No smog, no cars, no light poles, (no hotels)! It reminded me of a great song by George Strait. The song is Cowboys Like Us. The chorus goes like this:
Cowboys like us sure do have fun
Racin’ the wind, chasin’ the sun
Take the long way around back to square one
Today we’re just outlaws out on the run
There’ll be no regrets, no worries and such
For cowboys like us
We talk about livin’, babies, and women
All that we’ve lost and all we’ve been givin’
We sing about true love, lie about things we ain’t done
Drink one more cold one, come mornin’ get up
And we roll!
I will tell you this. These people in SD are hospitable as can be. They even named one of their cities after Steve. They offered us the key to the city. Unfortunately, there were no buildings in the city!
More sad news to report:
Dear PETA,
It is with a heavy heart I have to write and inform you I hit a bird yesterday with my bike and it's life was taken. I felt terrible. As soon as I quit sobbing I called the help line at, 1-800-IEATMEAT! The counselor made me feel so much better. He asked a very simple question: Do you think the bird felt any pain? I recounted what happening leading up to the incident. I was doing approximately 80 MPH, the bird was flying left to right when he contacted my right fork on the bike. Using my past law enforcement investigative skills. It was my conclusion from all the feathers stuck to my bike...I answered no, he/she did not feel any pain. The counselor said I should feel no remorse.
With that in mind, I shall have a big, juicy filet to celebrate tonight. Just wanted to let you know!
Rick (Bird Killer)
PS...since I barely missed a squirrel, a racoon, and a pheasant earlier...I look at it this way: I have at least been 75% good!
OK, time to load up and head for the Black Hills of SD!
Bumper sticker of the day:
"Talk is cheap, Unless you are congress!"
Rick (MDD)
Left Grand Rapids, MN yesterday morning. It was another one of those "romantic" days I talked about earlier...Pouring rain and 54 degrees. I am telling you, that Al Gore fellas is really on to something with that "global warming" theory of his!
For those of us who ride, please explain something to me: Why is it we love to ride beside a flowing river/creek/ocean and just love the calming utopia it puts us in? We all have had that urge just to park the bike on a hot day and just jump into the body of water we are riding along side of. Yet, the cold, pouring rain, running up my sleeve and settling in my arm pits, fogging my face shield, filling my boot, just does not give me that same "utopia." In fact, I am sick of it already! =-)
Regardless, it only lasted three hours. It was a bitter sweet morning. We did some fantastic riding yet, we had to bid farewell to Jud & Brenda. They rode back to the East and we headed West. What a great time was had. Like Steve said and I can only echo his sentiments, "what good people!"
I did have a blow out yesterday. Nope, not my tire, my boot! The zipper came out of my boot. I am thinking that did not help my "utopia" I was experiencing in the pouring rain. As we were riding through Brainerd, MN I decided to stop and ask if there was a local cobbler. That was a great idea had I not laid my leather jacket on my exhaust and melted the zipper!
I was lucky, I found a business in downtown Brainerd that was tops! It was kind of like the story of the guy going into the hardware store for a water hose and coming out with a new riding mower. Before it was all over....I had a new zipper in my boot, a new zipper in my jacket, new laces, and even resoled my boots! All for only $95. It was a heck of a deal. If you are ever in Brainerd, MN and need repairs...go to Harting Shoe Repair! On top of that.....He is a true Patriot! Thinks just like the majority of us do! It restored my faith in some of the people of MN!
Finally after three and a half hours of "leather" work we were on our way again. We were hoping to make Sturgis by night fall. Just a little more than 700 miles. My blow out negated that idea. Plus, we ran into a mega thunderstorm. You have heard of "storm chaser" well, we were storm avoider's! And that is why we didn't make Sturgis. GPS's are great (most of the time.) Let's just say, we got an excellent scenic tour of the state of MN. I found some roads that I had never seen even living there for eleven years! But, it was gorgeous riding. So, we really can't complain.
Finally rolled into the state of South Dakota around 430 PM Central time. It was decided we would take back roads to Sturgis vs the interstate. Great decision except.....very few hotels! We were ready to call it a night around 8 PM when we discovered...we were not as ready as we thought. The only hotel in the small town of Redland, SD was full. So, south to Huron, SD we went. Another 45 miles. Only to discover all five hotels here was full too! Brenda....this "not having reservations" was not working for me last night. Finally we got rooms (smoking, conference rooms with Murphy beds). And you know what...I was damn grateful at 1030 PM at night to have them!
I will say this...last night as we crested one of the many loping hills in SD we caught the sun going down. It was a gorgeous evening. We rolled over the hill and there was the beautiful valley in SD being lit by the setting sun. Visibility had to be 100 miles plus! No smog, no cars, no light poles, (no hotels)! It reminded me of a great song by George Strait. The song is Cowboys Like Us. The chorus goes like this:
Cowboys like us sure do have fun
Racin’ the wind, chasin’ the sun
Take the long way around back to square one
Today we’re just outlaws out on the run
There’ll be no regrets, no worries and such
For cowboys like us
We talk about livin’, babies, and women
All that we’ve lost and all we’ve been givin’
We sing about true love, lie about things we ain’t done
Drink one more cold one, come mornin’ get up
And we roll!
I will tell you this. These people in SD are hospitable as can be. They even named one of their cities after Steve. They offered us the key to the city. Unfortunately, there were no buildings in the city!
More sad news to report:
Dear PETA,
It is with a heavy heart I have to write and inform you I hit a bird yesterday with my bike and it's life was taken. I felt terrible. As soon as I quit sobbing I called the help line at, 1-800-IEATMEAT! The counselor made me feel so much better. He asked a very simple question: Do you think the bird felt any pain? I recounted what happening leading up to the incident. I was doing approximately 80 MPH, the bird was flying left to right when he contacted my right fork on the bike. Using my past law enforcement investigative skills. It was my conclusion from all the feathers stuck to my bike...I answered no, he/she did not feel any pain. The counselor said I should feel no remorse.
With that in mind, I shall have a big, juicy filet to celebrate tonight. Just wanted to let you know!
Rick (Bird Killer)
PS...since I barely missed a squirrel, a racoon, and a pheasant earlier...I look at it this way: I have at least been 75% good!
OK, time to load up and head for the Black Hills of SD!
Bumper sticker of the day:
"Talk is cheap, Unless you are congress!"
Rick (MDD)
FLEXIBILITY!
Hello,
Finally got underway this morning around 915 AM. We rode west toward Duluth, MN. Our plan was to grab a biscuit at a Hardee's, get gas and keep riding. The key word of all that being "plan."
After about 25 miles I realized I was about out of gas and no gas station in sight. Much less a Hardee's. I will tell you this much, it's hard to enjoy the scenery when you figure out you are about to become the first participant in the "Long Push for Harley Davidson Motorcycles" at the next Olympics. Everyone's low gas light was on. Luckily we came to a town in the nick of time. For those that own a HD, you can appreciate this.....Jud put in 5.1 gallons. For those that don't own a Harley....we all have 5.0 gallon gas tanks! =-)
After tempting fate once so early, we turned around and went back to a little dinner and had a sit down breakfast. These Northerner's...they order hash browns with onions and cheese on top of perfectly good hash browns. And they DON'T have grits! I am sure Obama had something to do with that too!
After filling both tanks we finally got underway. Got to Duluth and made a short stop in a WWII museum. (Richard I. Bong World War II Heritage Center) :
Major Richard I. Bong
Top American Ace of World War Two
Shot down 40 Japanese Planes in the Pacific
Richard Ira Bong, who would become America's "Ace of Aces," was born on September 24, 1920, the son of a Swedish immigrant. He grew up on a farm near the small town of Poplar, Wisconsin.
In a famous story, Bong was high-hatting all over San Francisco Bay, flying under the bridges, buzzing Market Street, and blowing wash off clothes lines. One harried housewife complained. General Kenney called Bong on the carpet and told him,
"Monday morning you check this address out in Oakland and if the woman has any washing to be hung out on the line, you do it for her. Then you hang around being useful - mowing the lawn or something - and when the clothes are dry, take them off the line and bring them into the house. And don't drop any of them on the ground or you will have to wash them all over again. I want this woman to think we are good for something else besides annoying people. Now get out of here before I get mad and change my mind. That's all!"
Did the small tour and was back on the bikes. Turned north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We took the "scenic" Hwy 61. Some of the lake front house on Lake Superior were unfathomable. You talk about "old money."
I might also add that as soon as we rode into the Lake Superior area the temperature dropped by 15 degrees due to the cold waters of Lake Superior. It was quite chilly. We followed the Lake all the way up to Silver Bay. Making two stops.
The first was Gooseberry Falls. I tried taking several pictures of the falls. Unfortunately I had a little girl in a pink shirt that keep getting in the way of my picture taking.
Our second stop was at the Split Rock Lighthouse on Hwy 61.
Having completed our Lake Superior tour we turned west onto Hwy 4. What a heck of a nice road. For my friends that live in MN...all you tax money is going "up north" for this highway. It was gorgeous and just a kick in the pants to ride. Wide sweeping turns, long stretches for miles. It was a true "two wheel therapy" road. I found myself just smiling and actually laughing on the inside, just as a child who discovers just how much fun a tree swing can be for the first time. You even catch yourself painting the Aspen trees gold and imagining the vibrant colors of a painted fall ride.
I don't have a lot in my head..but, I can safely say after that road...the hard drive was cleared and ready to be reformatted. Over 50 miles and not one other car! I am convinced if you ever need to "dump" a body. Along Hwy 4 is the perfect spot. Not one house, one car, not a billboard of any kind.
When all three of us pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the road we all said the same thing..."was that great or what?"
Started working our way closer to Bemidji, MN. As the whole saying goes in the Air Force:
The key to tactical air superiority is flexibility! Well, today we had to be flexible. We pulled up short at Grand Rapids, MN.
Motorcycle vs Severe Thunderstorm.....Thunderstorm wins 9 out of 10 times!
Tomorrow is a sad day. Brenda and Jud turn back east and head home to Appleton, WI. I told Steve I have run out of friends to ride with us. I ask where his was! Steve and I will head for the Sturgis, SD area tomorrow. I am guessing just over 700 miles. We will make it as far as we can. Our plan is to stay there for three days or so and just ride every where there is to ride. It is a week before the rally so there will be a ton of people yet, not so many you can't enjoy it.
Tomorrow's ride route:
I am going to leave you with the BUMPER STICKER OF THE DAY:
"MY KID IS AN HONOR STUDENT AT THE STATE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY"
Until our paths cross again,
Rick (MDD)
Finally got underway this morning around 915 AM. We rode west toward Duluth, MN. Our plan was to grab a biscuit at a Hardee's, get gas and keep riding. The key word of all that being "plan."
After about 25 miles I realized I was about out of gas and no gas station in sight. Much less a Hardee's. I will tell you this much, it's hard to enjoy the scenery when you figure out you are about to become the first participant in the "Long Push for Harley Davidson Motorcycles" at the next Olympics. Everyone's low gas light was on. Luckily we came to a town in the nick of time. For those that own a HD, you can appreciate this.....Jud put in 5.1 gallons. For those that don't own a Harley....we all have 5.0 gallon gas tanks! =-)
After tempting fate once so early, we turned around and went back to a little dinner and had a sit down breakfast. These Northerner's...they order hash browns with onions and cheese on top of perfectly good hash browns. And they DON'T have grits! I am sure Obama had something to do with that too!
After filling both tanks we finally got underway. Got to Duluth and made a short stop in a WWII museum. (Richard I. Bong World War II Heritage Center) :
Major Richard I. Bong
Top American Ace of World War Two
Shot down 40 Japanese Planes in the Pacific
Richard Ira Bong, who would become America's "Ace of Aces," was born on September 24, 1920, the son of a Swedish immigrant. He grew up on a farm near the small town of Poplar, Wisconsin.
In a famous story, Bong was high-hatting all over San Francisco Bay, flying under the bridges, buzzing Market Street, and blowing wash off clothes lines. One harried housewife complained. General Kenney called Bong on the carpet and told him,
"Monday morning you check this address out in Oakland and if the woman has any washing to be hung out on the line, you do it for her. Then you hang around being useful - mowing the lawn or something - and when the clothes are dry, take them off the line and bring them into the house. And don't drop any of them on the ground or you will have to wash them all over again. I want this woman to think we are good for something else besides annoying people. Now get out of here before I get mad and change my mind. That's all!"
Did the small tour and was back on the bikes. Turned north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We took the "scenic" Hwy 61. Some of the lake front house on Lake Superior were unfathomable. You talk about "old money."
I might also add that as soon as we rode into the Lake Superior area the temperature dropped by 15 degrees due to the cold waters of Lake Superior. It was quite chilly. We followed the Lake all the way up to Silver Bay. Making two stops.
The first was Gooseberry Falls. I tried taking several pictures of the falls. Unfortunately I had a little girl in a pink shirt that keep getting in the way of my picture taking.
Our second stop was at the Split Rock Lighthouse on Hwy 61.
Having completed our Lake Superior tour we turned west onto Hwy 4. What a heck of a nice road. For my friends that live in MN...all you tax money is going "up north" for this highway. It was gorgeous and just a kick in the pants to ride. Wide sweeping turns, long stretches for miles. It was a true "two wheel therapy" road. I found myself just smiling and actually laughing on the inside, just as a child who discovers just how much fun a tree swing can be for the first time. You even catch yourself painting the Aspen trees gold and imagining the vibrant colors of a painted fall ride.
I don't have a lot in my head..but, I can safely say after that road...the hard drive was cleared and ready to be reformatted. Over 50 miles and not one other car! I am convinced if you ever need to "dump" a body. Along Hwy 4 is the perfect spot. Not one house, one car, not a billboard of any kind.
When all three of us pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the road we all said the same thing..."was that great or what?"
Started working our way closer to Bemidji, MN. As the whole saying goes in the Air Force:
The key to tactical air superiority is flexibility! Well, today we had to be flexible. We pulled up short at Grand Rapids, MN.
Motorcycle vs Severe Thunderstorm.....Thunderstorm wins 9 out of 10 times!
Tomorrow is a sad day. Brenda and Jud turn back east and head home to Appleton, WI. I told Steve I have run out of friends to ride with us. I ask where his was! Steve and I will head for the Sturgis, SD area tomorrow. I am guessing just over 700 miles. We will make it as far as we can. Our plan is to stay there for three days or so and just ride every where there is to ride. It is a week before the rally so there will be a ton of people yet, not so many you can't enjoy it.
Tomorrow's ride route:
I am going to leave you with the BUMPER STICKER OF THE DAY:
"MY KID IS AN HONOR STUDENT AT THE STATE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY"
Until our paths cross again,
Rick (MDD)
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