WARNING! The read below is long and could be boring for some or all. I promised some I would document my trip so here it is. It is a summary of my 2-weeks on the road and if your not interested don't read it and give me shit afterwards
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Though I had one Rant (see off topic section) I had a great trip as I fully expected too. Riding from the east coast to Sturgis and beyond and back how could I not have had a good time? It started on the morning of 8-1 with a gentleman who lives about a mile away whom I had only ridden with once before. His name is Dave and our daughters are friends and schoolmates. Dave is an interesting guy. He is a 3-time Iraq war vet, LEO & pilot, and grew up on a farm in Iowa. He was initially going to fly to Iowa and rent a bike and ride out with his parents and brother, but when he heard I was riding out he started looking for something to replace his Softail. While he wanted a Road Glide Ultra, he found a deal on Craigslist on a 2009 Ultra Classic that was too good to pass up. After sitting on my RG on this trip though he really wants a RG now. Dave & I were only going to ride out together, then go our separate ways.
At the hotel in Danville, IL
Day 1 got us to Danville, IL. 675 miles. We rode very well together and it was a fun trip. There is something about the open road and leaving all the everyday things that occupy our brains behind that was quite refreshing.
Day 2’s first stop was at a rest area somewhere in IL because we drank too much coffee too early. As we exited the building another rider rolled in for a break. We sat and spoke briefly. His name was Hollywood and was from Falls Church, VA not very far from Maryland where we are from. He was a cool dude to speak with but we soon wished each other well and took off on our way. We arrived at Dave’s parents house in Ackley, IA around 3 PM. It was only a 400 mile day. Dave’s parents fed us some good Iowa Steaks & fresh local corn on the cob and provided a comfortable bed for the night.
Day 3 we departed Ackley, IA with Dave’s parents and brother and headed towards South Dakota. We stopped at a rest area in SD, and ogled over a Skunk on a trailer. It was a shame to see it on a trailer, but it was a beautiful ride. While we were ogling who rides in, none other than Hollywood again. What are the odds you run into the same guy twice. It was uneventful until we got about 30-miles west of the Missouri River on Interstate 90. The winds picked up a lot and Dave’s parents were having trouble riding in it. The wind was blowing very hard. I never saw a report on exactly how hard, but I heard estimations of 60 to 70 from other people. Dave’s parents slowed to between 30 & 40 mph while trying to ride thru it which was adding to the dangerous situation we were in as the speed limit is 75mph. I tried to explain to Dave’s dad on one stop that he should try accelerating into the wind instead of decelerating and he might have better control, but he wasn’t listening. They pulled off the road numerous times to take a break and it was looking like I would not make it to the campground that night to meet my buddies who trailered out. I entertained the idea of splitting off from them, but with Dave’s parents scared and his brother being an inexperienced rider I didn’t want to leave Dave that way. I hung in there and we finally made it to Murdo, SD where they were staying for the night. I followed them to their hotel and thanked them for their hospitality and said my goodbyes.
Lunch break somewhere in MN
I hit interstate 90 and cranked it up to 80 and plowed thru the wind at about a 60-degree angle all the way to Rapid City where the winds finally slowed. Riding thru that much wind was enlightening, especially when you pass an RV, Semi, or even a bridge overpass where the Jersey barrier blocks the wind momentarily. I knew my shorts were good because I clinched my sphincter so tight in those instances that there was no way anything could get out. Made it to an establishment on 34 called St. Onge Bar (SOB) after 14-hours of riding where my buddies where cooling off after setting up all the tents. You would normally drive right passed a bar like this, but surprisingly they had a great Prime Rib. YUM! Made it the campsite, started a fire, drank a few beers, and nipped the shine for a bit before sack time.
Day 4, I got a good look at our campsite in the daylight. My buddies were nice enough to set up my tent for me, but they stuffed me in the back, so I had to walk around everyone else’s tents to get in it. Assholes! They called my tent location the ghetto. I thanked them again for setting it up for me and smiled. We also had an American flag & Pittsburgh Steelers flag. WTF? Football was the farthest thing from my mind, but I guess Pittsburgh people don’t have much else to cheer about except a second place team.
We took it easy and rode out to Rapid City to the HD dealer and then into downtown Sturgis. Back at camp we started a fire in our ring again as we did the previous night. We tried walking around the campsite to make friends with our gallon (not a mason jar) of shine, but we found few willing to want to converse with us. We heard some folks making some noise not far from our site so we decided to investigate. We met some gents who were partaking in some adult beverages like ourselves and finally felt we could make some friends and we did briefly. They proceeded to tell us the cops had been there and told them to put out their fire. We found this concerning as we had our own fire going, the cop had ridden right by our site earlier and not stopped and said a word to us, the campsite owner was selling firewood and said we could have a fire as long as it was in the fire ring. A few minutes later the people in the site next to where we were chatting pulled in and decided to start their fire. They must have dumped an entire bottle of lighter fluid in the ring when they lit it because it was a huge flame that lit up the whole campground for a brief second. The timing was perfect as the cop was coming into the campsite again as they were lighting it. They stopped there and told them to put it out and then came to where we were. There was one guy who was very drunk and very mouthy and laughed loud enough for everyone in a 5-mile radius to hear. There’s always one I guess. The cop proceeded to warn all of us that if our friend didn’t shut up they would arrest him. We all kind of looked at one another and agreed we just met him so do what you need to. LOL! A couple minutes later the Brush trucks (plural) began to arrive, so we headed to our campsite to extinguish our fire. Our fire was pretty dead anyway, but I grabbed a 12oz bottle of water and poured it on the fire at about the same time the Brush truck pulled up. There was no more flame, but the firemen needed to be sure, so they put on their turn out gear, helmets and fired up the water pump and dowsed our fire ring some more. Really, you needed the Helmet? They were cool and said they had been battling brush fires everywhere so they couldn’t take any chances. We understood and respected their position and that was our last fire. The firemen went throughout the entire 13 acre campground extinguishing campfires for the next 30-minutes.