Welcome to Soggy Michael's Soggy Bottom Riders Blog.

 

Back in 2004, a bunch of folks that worked together in Beltsville Maryland started riding motorcycles together after work.  Our first major ride, from Beltsville to Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland was 180 miles.  Well, it rained most of the way there, and during the return trip!!  Strangest thing, more times than not…it rained when we rode.  And so, the Soggy Bottom Riders were born!

Although several of the founding members of the Soggy Bottom Riders no longer work in Beltsville, we still hit the road and share the thrill of motorcycling.

 

 

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The Gallery has been updated with many more photos.  Take a look and enjoy!

 

BTW if you missed any of the older postings you can find them in the Archives.  Look in the sidebar on the right of this page and click the month you want to view It's that simple.

 
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Home…finally.  4429 miles logged on the odometer when I rolled down the driveway around 4 pm.  I immediately got off the bike, leaving it fully loaded with the luggage strapped down, and did a cannonball into the hot tub.  A quite relaxing 45 minutes later, and looking like a shriveled prune, I made my way outside to begin unloading.  Don’t get me wrong, this trip was a great experience and I’m glad I did it, but it’s always nice getting back home.  Reflecting back on the last 40 miles, it’s funny how we could ride 500 miles covering the whole day, from let’s say MN to IL, with no feelings of impatience or hurry but the last 40 miles towards home was interminable.

A bakers dozen things I learned on this trip:

  • -    If rain gear is worn too early it won’t rain
  • -    A buffalo herd is constantly moving, sometimes trapping your buddy by blocking the road
  • -    I’d like to have a beer with the person who made my Mustang seat
  • -    Honda makes a great motorcycle that can keep up with anything on the road
  • -    I don’t like stuffy Harley riders afraid to ride, that hate Honda riders
  • -    Custer SD is the perfect location for things to do when not in Sturgis
  • -    Captain Kirk will not be happy with his future birthplace
  • -    Buffalo burgers taste like regular hamburgers except they cost more
  • -    NEVER clean the bike before a long trip
  • -    Sitting on a hot leather seat for hours can cause some personal discomfort
  • -    75 mph in the wild west is a suggestion
  • -    I like truck stop food
  • -    For one week Sturgis becomes Sin City


Thanks to all that read my ramblings and to those that posted comments.  This trip was a great experience and I hope you had as much fun reading about it as I did writing about it. Now is a good time to click the link to sign up for email updates.  I’m not on Facebook and I don’t Tweet so this is it.  The riding season is not over and I’m sure the Soggy Bottom Riders will soon head out on another journey.  I KNOW whatever ride we head out on won’t be as long, but the fun is always there.

The gallery will be updated shortly with more pictures.

 
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Today we left Illinois heading east towards Ohio. This time the threat of rain was real. Dark heavy clouds chased us out of the hotel. We chose to not put the rain gear on because sunny blue sky was dead ahead. We were hoping to outrun the rain. So, we headed out aiming for Chicago, about 100 miles away. There were a few sprinkles along the way but we continued, confident the best weather was ahead. We rolled through, rather, under Chicago around 10 am. The amount of traffic in and around this city early on a Sunday is crazy. Where are all these people going?? As we came out of a short tunnel and crested a hill Chicago lay before us shrouded in a thick black cloud. The Sears tower looked like Dracula’s Transylvania castle. The Black Hills of SD and the black soot of Chicago where both breathtaking, but for two different reasons. Once we were on the east side of Chicago we had to put the rain gear on. Now the rain was steady. The rest of the day was on again off again rain. When we made it to the hotel we were really soggy.
The rain was so heavy we lost site of each other for about half an hour. Steve was leading the pack, I was second and Jeff was bringing the rear. Steve was going a little faster than I wanted so he quickly out paced me and was far ahead. I could still see Jeff’s light in my rearview mirror until a car got between us. Suddenly he was gone. I rode slowly on for about 15 minutes waiting for Jeff to catch up. Soon I saw Steve waiting by the side of the road. I pulled over and we both waited almost 10 minutes for Jeff to go by. Turns out Jeff had to pull over to change glasses and put his full face helmet on. The rain was so heavy he couldn’t see. Soon all the Riders were back in a line motoring east towards home.
Dinner tonight was pizza delivery and carry out beer eaten in the hotel lobby. We were too wet and tired to even walk to a restaurant. It’s nice to see Steve learning how the other half lives. He slept in a Super 8 motel (cardboard towels) Friday night and purchased beer through a bullet proof window tonight. This is NOT how Steve rolls!!

300 miles and I’ll be home.

 
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There was no post yesterday because I was simply too tired after riding all day. We made it to Rockford IL around 8 after covering a little more then 500 miles. We rode under the threat of rain all day. The rain gear was worn making life a little warmer than necessary but rain never did fall. Steve’s bike developed a problem 50 miles down the road. A bolt holding the shifter worked its way loose and fell off. As a result, he did not have the ability to shift gears. We pulled into a Harley dealer hoping the mechanic could fix it. While Steve was talking to the mechanic Jeff and I noticed some Harley riders were looking at our bikes and laughing. I’m sure it was funny to them that two Hondas and a Yamaha pulled in to their lot. The really funny thing is Jeff and I were laughing at them because they were standing around in the parking lot wearing their Harley shirts, Harley belts, Harley boots, Harley hats and probably Harley underwear. There entire “designer” wardrobe cost as much as a fine Italian suit. These guys were afraid to take their precious motorcycles out because it MIGHT rain. They like to play pretend biker rather than ride, we were riding. Turns out Steve needed to go to a local Yamaha dealer for the part because it was metric sized, the Harley mechanic did not have it. While he was there he had a rear tire and rear brakes installed. Since that and the shifter would take some time Jeff and I rode on to a Honda dealer 20 miles down the road. (The dealer was located off the same exit as the Hormel factory that has a museum of Spam. Eeewwwww.) I bought a tire also. I left home with a perfectly good tire with plenty of tread that would’ve lasted the rest of this season under normal wear. I didn’t know how much wear would result from long periods of high speed riding with a load. By the time I arrived at the Honda dealer in Minnesota the back tire was almost bald. Total down time was 2.5 hours because we stopped at a truck stop for lunch while waiting for Steve to meet us. I’m now a fan of the truck stop restaurant. The service is fast, friendly and the food arrives really fast. Sometimes it’s even cooked to order! It’s better than a cafeteria because someone brings your food to you and usually with a smile.
On the way out west I noticed Iowa had quite a few windmills, Minnesota had many more. These are not the traditional wooden windmills from the days of Don Quixote but sleek modern wonders of technology. The center looks like a Cessna with three 80 foot propellers. The towers stand almost 300 feet tall. We rode for miles while these massive wind turbines populated the fields by the hundreds. Nothing like sticking it to the man, anything to reduce our dependency on foreign oil is good.
Riding out of MN into Wisconsin we crossed the Mississippi River. We crossed on the way west but it must have been much narrower because I didn’t notice it. This time it was like crossing the Bay. The river is massive, I think I saw ‘ol Huckleberry and Tom paddling along far in the distance. Funny what wearing a rain suit in the sun will do to the imagination!

 
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The ride out of Custer SD to Worthington MN was roughly 450 long miles. No stops except for gas and lunch. We have another 400 miles or so per day before we make it home.
The weather forecast was clear and sunny for our ride. It was a cool 55 degrees when we started at 9:30 but it quickly warmed as the sun rose in the sky. The entry pass for Custer Park was still valid so we decided to roll through one last time. The road was not crowded because it was early so other than fear of a radar gun toting park ranger nothing inhibited the ride on the winding road. A small herd of buffalo were spotted near a campground to the delight of early morning joggers and bicyclists. We didn’t stop since we were on a mission of covering the miles to get to MN. It was nice seeing them anyway, the size and power of these animals is always amazing, even if we didn’t stop to shoot pictures.
Rapid City is where the nice calm morning changed. As we rode into the open out of the Black Hills towards the plains, the wind was like nothing I’ve experienced before. The Soggy Bottom Riders have plenty of experience riding in the rain and during a thunderstorm with wind. But this wind was constant, strong and unpredictable as to what direction it would blow. One moment I would need to lean the bike to the right just to stay upright, then another gust would buffet me from the front, throwing my head back like I’d been punched by an invisible Mike Tyson. All the while I’d need to correct the right lean to upright and try to maintain the speed limit of 75 mph so a loaded semi-truck wouldn’t turn me into a splat across the front bumper. To make things a little more interesting tumble weeds from a bordering wheat field were blowing across the highway. I was a little nervous that something larger would be caught up in the weeds and jam in the chain, or worse, the spokes of my wheels. Luckily no harm came from the tumbleweeds. The wind was so fierce I felt like I was standing in the ocean surf blindfolded during a storm. This continued for about 200 miles! It really is BIG out here!! By the time I stopped for lunch I was exhausted. The effort of hanging on to the handlebars to stay in the seat and keep the bike upright and travelling 75 mph wore me out. Thankfully the other 250 miles was much calmer.

The weather forecast for tomorrow is rain, we saw lightning in the sky after dinner. Hopefully the weather “experts” here are as bad as they are at home and it will be nice again. We’ll see…

 
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The last day here was spent riding to Devils Tower in Wyoming then up to Montana just because it was close, and then back to Custer. The ride through the western part of SD and into WY ran through Jewel Cave National Monument. This is yet another otherworldly landscape because of a devastating forest fire in 2000. The fire burned 90% of the area. Today the park is rebounding with growth of the ground cover but the lifeless trees remain, some still standing and many lying on the forest floor. From a distance it looks like a game of pick-up-sticks gone awry.
Devils Tower was instantly recognizable thanks to the movie Close Encounters. A few stops at scenic stops to take the obligatory photos gave us enough so that we did not enter the park. Based on the park map it did not look like we’d see anything else that we did not see from the road. The Tower is impressive and worthy of protection but there are only so many views of it that can be seen.
Onwards to Montana, it was only 36 miles away. Looking at the scenery, while riding through SD, WY and MT it’s easy to imagine dinosaurs then mammoths lumbering across the plains. I understand the landscape has changed with farming but it’s easy to replace the fields of farmland with prairie and vegetation as seen in places such as Grasslands Park. Evidence of the earlier homesteaders and frontiersman can also be seen. Old wooden shacks, fencing and wagon wheels dot the landscape.
The area we were riding had the unique ability to make you think you were on top of the world at any given time. The landscape rolled out in every direction for miles to the horizon. It’s not unlike traveling on the sea except everything here feels like it’s below you. From this perspective, the land looks big, the sky is big and as a person you feel big and able to conquer the land. On the sea you are swallowed by the flatness of the ocean and feel small.
From Montana we swung south and headed back to Custer via Belle Fourche SD, the geographic center of the US and then onwards to Spearfish Canyon Rd, a winding curving road through a rock canyon. The twists and turns of the road was made more exhilarating by the sharp smell of pine, cold canyon air and beautiful rock formations towering hundreds of feet overhead. Water spilling from the rock plummeted 50 feet or so to the river below.
After a quick dinner in Newcastle WY at an Italian restaurant that strangely also had a selection of Chinese food on the back of the menu. Must be a relocation from the witness protection program at work here!
Well the vacation part of the trip is over, now begins the four day trek back to family friends and of course work. We plan to ride about 500 miles per day to get back on Monday. I’ll update the blog with our progress.

 
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The day started bright sunny and cool. The cooler weather seems to be sticking around for awhile. I was still a little chilled from the night before. The ride back from Sturgis was cold! The temperature was in the low 50’s, all I had on was a t-shirt and a leather jacket. I usually don’t wear gloves so I didn’t bring them. By the time we pulled into the parking lot from the 70 mile ride, my fingers were frozen into a claw shape from gripping the handlebars.
Steve and Jeff decided to go to Rapid City to visit a Honda and Victory dealer. Steve wanted to test drive some new bikes, Jeff had tires installed and oil and lube service done. I went off on my own to ride the Needles Highway. This is the same type of road and in the same geographic area as Iron Mountain Road. The Needles gets its name from the granite spires that surround you as this 14 mile road twists, turns, climbs, drops and even passes through some of the needles. At the most popular point on the highway, Needle Eye formation, has so much motorcycle traffic the park needed a crossing guard!
14 miles was hardly enough to call it a day so I looked at a map and decided to travel 120 miles to Badlands National Park. Rather than travel on the highway I took the smaller two lane road so I could see more of the local landscape. There was nothing but flat road and farms with endless fields of wheat, grassland, grazing cattle and horses.

The Badlands is an amazing landscape. The rock formations look similar to the Red Rock formations in Arizona and Utah but these formations are mostly white with bands of color. From a distance it looks like a moonscape or I suppose a conspiracy theorist would think it’s concrete. As you get closer the whiteness of the landscape takes on some color as the yellow and red bands within the jagged peaks become apparent. As I walked out into one area the rock had the consistency of sand and where it was damp it felt like caked mud. The area gets its unique look from its history. This was the floor of a sea that once covered the plains. Consequently the area is very rich in sea fossils from when ancient life died and dropped to the muddy floor.
Surrounding Badlands is Buffalo Gap National Grassland. This is where most of the larger wildlife lives. Buffalo, coyote and prairie dogs make their home here. The contrast of the prairie against the jagged white stone peaks of the Badlands makes the area stand out in its uniqueness.

 
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Sturgis, the experience is as if Ringling Bros were to organize a town picnic for Sodom and Gomorrah.  This is not the place for people that have their moral sensibilities easily offended; luckily I don’t fall in that category. Everything started innocent enough as we rode into town. Lining both sides of the street the usual motorcycle accessory part vendors had exhibits; there were also stands of food, porta pots and almost anything else a person could want. The crazy thing was, we were still half a mile from city center and it was wall to wall people and vendors. The main street had four rows of motorcycle parking, one row on each side of the street and two rows facing each other in the center along the double yellow line. That left two one way aisles each way for motorcycles to travel. We rode on hoping to be able to park the bikes in the center of town in the center of the street. No dice. The road in to town was too crowded so we bailed out and parked on a side street next to a lot charging $5 per bike. Oh, the money these people are making! The show started as we walked into town. Happily walking along without a care was a couple walking arm in arm. The dude had jeans on but was topless to show off the abundant body art tattoos. The girl was wearing just shorts and body paint! It just got crazier from there. People were dressed in all kinds of costumes, Elvis, Beauty and the Beast and even a dominatrix with a midget on a leash.
The sounds were deafening. At every traffic light’s turn to green from red the roar of the line of motorcycles would make your ears ring. Conversation was only possible during red lights and while people were in crosswalks.
The smells wafting from the food grilling tents was appetizing. It did a good job of masking the exhaust smell that was closer to the street. Grilled “you name it” was on the menu. I went for a turkey leg that was the size of a caveman’s club.
By the end of the day the Soggy Bottom Riders had sore feet from walking up and down the main street, side streets, through bars, exhibit tents and back. We covered everything and even took a few pictures to prove it. Check out my updated gallery. If you want to see what Jeff lined up in his viewfinder go to his gallery . Warning some images are NSFW.

Earlier in the day we rode over to the Crazy Horse Memorial. This is an amazing mountain carving similar to Mt Rushmore. However, this carving is SIX times larger! It has been in production since 1948 and will remain unfinished for a VERY long time. As I mentioned earlier, this is a private enterprise that receives funding from admission, gift shop sales and accepts donations from private individuals. No government money is in this project, in fact, according to the interpretive movie the founder Korczak Ziolkowski, twice refused $10 million from the federal government. His wife and 7 of 10 children continue the work today. The entire project is supposed to become a cultural center for all Native Americans as well as an educational extension of the University of South Dakota. Korczak Ziolkowski was an accomplished sculpture as a younger man before he started this project. He won 1st prize at the 1939 NY World’s Fair for a marble sculpture. His studio is part of the tour, as well as many pieces he carved during his life. He also worked with Gutzon Borglum on Mt. Rushmore before beginning Crazy Horse. Like all true artists, I think Korczak must have been a little out of his mind. He started the memorial (carving a mountain) by living in a tent for 1 year and working by himself. He dedicated his life to the project and it seems he passed the same passion on to most of his children.

Oh yeah, this was the first day we did not have to put the rain gear on!!

 
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The riding was only 85 miles but it was a full long day.  I was looking forward to riding through Custer State Park to see buffalo (more correctly bison) up close.  Months and weeks before the trip I was watching YouTube videos to see how close you can actually get.  So, the first stop was Custer.  The park is beautiful, with spectacular scenery, plenty of wildlife and winding roads. 10 miles along the 18 mile wildlife loop we saw burros and pronghorn antelope but no buffalo!  During a quick stop at a visitor center along the loop we learned where three different herds were roaming.  One herd was about six miles away off the loop with access from a dirt/gravel road.  We headed up the road for our first encounter!  As we crested a hill towards the end of the road there they were, a herd with hundreds of buffalo.  We cut the engines off and heard two things, the buffalo snorting and grunting as they slowly moved along the field and THUNDER.  A storm was quickly approaching.  A light rain was falling as the sky was getting darker and darker.  We had just enough time to get the rain gear on before the storm hit with thunder, lighting and very large cold drops of water.  Undeterred we continued on, we had on our well used rain gear and plenty of practice riding in the rain.
The second herd we came upon was closer than the first, they were along the road and often in or crossing the road.  Because of the rain many of the other motorcyclists were sheltering in the visitor center or too wet to stop for pictures. We of course stopped.  The rain turned out to be a blessing in a way because we did not need to worry about others acting foolish causing the buffalo to either charge or run away.  We stopped and killed the engines about 100 yards from the closest buffalo to shoot pictures.  It was amazing to see how large and nimble the animals were.  Soon the 100 yards became 50 and then 10 as they were constantly on the move.  I was getting a little nervous, thanks to the YouTube videos showing people getting head butted of their motorcycle by a charging buffalo.  We had killed the engines so as not to startle them, now they were closer and we needed to start the engines to get out of the way.  We started the engines and got ready for a quick get away. Some of the younger ones ran away but most others took it in stride.  The big fear was startling a young buffalo causing it to run away from the mother and putting us between the calf and mom. That’s when trouble starts. Steve and I got away easily; Jeff was blocked by a 2000 lb beast that decided to stroll across the road.  I shot a picture or two as he waited for two large buffalo to cross within a few feet of him.  Check out the updated gallery for a picture.

 
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The next stop was Mt Rushmore via Iron Mountain Road.  The road was designed by Governor Peter Norbeck, the same man that hired Gutzon Borglum to sculpt Rushmore and he pushed for the creation of Custer and Badlands parks.  It’s hard to think this road was designed by a politician; he could just as easily worked as a roller coaster designer for an amusement park.  Steep climbs, tight turns and stomach wrenching drops makes this road a good ride. A clever solution to constant switch backs is achieved with “pig tails”, a short wooden bridge connecting the road at two elevations.  From the air looking down, the road would look like a pigs tail corkscrewing down. The only problem with the road is the 35 mph speed limit. The straight stretches going up or down a hill beg for more speed.
The first peek of Mt Rushmore came as I exited a tunnel on the Iron Mountain Road.  We were still 3 mile away and I could see details of the four faces easily.  The anticipation mounted.  Entrance to the park was $11 per vehicle, with the thousands of motorcycles going in during Sturgis week, along with a few regular tourists, I’d bet a large part of their operating budget is captured this week.  I’m sure all reading this have heard about Mt. Rushmore in a history class or at least seen it on TV.  I found it impressive and surprisingly detailed.  Learning about the amount of work and the materials used to carve the mountain makes it all the more amazing. In addition to the actual work to construct the memorial the reasons behind it are also inspiring.  It was a patriotic gesture and sculpted by an immigrant until he died. The project was passed on to his son until it was completed in 1941 when funding ran out. I left Rushmore early in the evening heading back to the hotel in Custer feeling a little more patriotic.
There is no way that a similar public project on this scale could be accomplished today. OSHA regulations, environmental impact statements and funding issues would throw a monkey wrench in the works.  I doubt it would ever make it past the talking stage.  However, down the road, about 20 miles away, the Crazy Horse Memorial has been under construction since 1948.  Crazy Horse is privately funded with no money coming from the government.  More on Crazy Horse later after a visit.

 
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Some images from the Sturgis trip, so far, have been added to the Gallery.  Take a look to see highlights of the ride including  Custer State Park, Mt. Rushmore and more.  Much more to come later, stay tuned.  Thanks for looking and please continue to leave comments.

 
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The day started with a visit to the Sioux Cultural Center in Chamberlain SD.  This facility told the story of the Plains Indians from before European interaction to the present day.  The exhibits were first class, rivaling the quality and informative aspects of the Smithsonian exhibits in DC.  Interestingly the exhibit quality is achieved from private funding and donations, the entrance to the museum was free and no money is supplied by the federal government.  Naturally there was a gift shop; that’s where I made my donation.

After the visit we hopped on our bikes to continue the trip west.  Weather was clear but colder than before, we actually had to stop to put on jackets.  We stopped at a truck stop off the highway to get gas and Jeff’s bike needed oil.  The place was overwhelmed with bikers at the pumps; this was no longer a truck stop.  We decided to have lunch here, because how often do you get to eat at a truck stop?  The special was fried chicken, potatoes and corn.  The food arrived about 5 minutes after ordering.  Or, about as long as it takes to walk from the table to the kitchen and back.  This was no meal cooked to order!  It was actually delicious, much better than the KFC we stopped at a few days ago in PA.

Fuelled and fed we continued rolling west through the Grasslands National Monument and through the Badlands.  True to the Badlands name that’s when the weather turned for the worse.  We stopped to put on the rain gear, rode a few miles, then it seemed like the rain stopped.  We stopped again to take the gear off.  Jeff decided to keep his on.  We rode a few miles more and it stated raining again.  I stopped to put the gear on again.  A few miles later it stopped raining.  No one wanted to stop again so we kept going in rain gear while it was sunny and beautiful.  We finally arrived, about 1900 miles from home later in Custer SD.

 
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Yeehaaa we’ve entered the wild west of South Dakota. Earlier today we left Iowa under the threat of rain. The sky was low and the color of lead, but soon enough the sun arrived about an hour outside Des Moines. The rest of the trip across Iowa was more of the same rolling prairie and fields. Still not boring! Unfortunately we are pressed for time since the goal of this trip is Sturgis. There are signs along the road directing tourists to historical sights, places of interest and small old fashioned towns with antique shops. I hope to return to explore the area more.


Much of the riding in Iowa was long I-29, this follows the Missouri River and the Louis and Clark trail. As we were zipping along on the bikes it was interesting to think what the early explorers had to go through when they went through the area just over 200 years ago. The Corps of Discovery used the river as their highway west; the trip took years and was fraught with danger at every turn. Luckily today we can make the same trip in a few hours on well maintained roads with rest stops. One thing about the Missouri that has not changed is the power of the river in a flood and how helpless people are despite all the technology available. We witnessed first hand, areas that are still flooded since June with only the tops of trees breaking the surface of the water. Many side roads are still closed because they’re under water. At a few points along I-29, sand bags and pumps were keeping the water at bay so the road would not be flooded. It was an eerie feeling to look to both sides and see the surface of the river at eye level. We were literally riding through a sandbag canyon with the river surrounding us.

Soon after entering South Dakota we stopped for gas in Buffalo Ridge, SD. The place we stopped had a large billboard advertising an Old West Town, buffalo farm, fireworks, gas, food and anything else you could think of to buy. Normally we would not stop at a place like this since it looked run down and obviously the town was fake. But, Jeff was running on fumes and this was the only station for miles around. When we pulled up to the pump I was disappointed to see that it did not take credit cards, you had to go in and pay first. I’d rather pump and pay at the same time to avoid walking back and forth twice, once to pay, and again to get change or sign a receipt. It’s also faster when others are waiting to pump gas because you can move out of the way after pumping if you want to go in and buy something. Okay, enough bitching… So, I walk in to pay, and low and behold it was like walking into a time machine! The place had the feeling of an old country store. It was packed with bikers looking around the store and eating in the back restaurant area. We didn’t leave until we ended up eating a dinner of buffalo burgers and buying some buffalo jerky as a snack for later.
The speed limit in SD is 75 mph!  I have never legally driven this fast.  It’s really cool that we can ride from gas stop to gas stop, about 100 miles, screaming along at 75 to 80 mph with no need to slow for traffic.  One issue with going this fast is that when bugs hit you, it hurts!  I’d swear they felt large enough that they may have escaped from Jurassic Park.  Many bugs met their juicy end on my face mask.  At times I’d hit a few at the same time so that it seemed like popcorn was popping in my helmet.  I always carry some wet-naps with me for these circumstances to clean the faceplate of the helmet.

The volume of bikers on the road is building as we get closer to Sturgis.  It’s really starting to feel like a pilgrimage.  Only about 250 miles to go tomorrow and we arrive in Custer.

 
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Our lunch destination

 

lunch destination

 

Sandbags holding back the river

 

sand bags
Really....are they kidding????

really???

 

 


 
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