and split my rain pants right out of the gate!
Ah yes, we donned our "duck suits" and had to be trailered the mile down the gravel road from the farm to the highway to begin our journey. It was about 4 pm rather than noon when we left in the rain to fill up in Dumore and by the time we got to Elkwater the rain had stopped, the fog had set in, and we were thinking the dreaded "S" word - Snow - but it didn't. Thank goodness for heated vests and we were off. Sitting on the back of a bike with only the sound of the roaring wind and rumbling pipes in my ears, I had lots of time to think. Amazing how you think of the past as your ride into the future and take in the present. As we passed Elkwater, I smelled something sweet like honey and I thought of my old dog Jake, who would roll in dead carcasses that for some reason smelled like honey to me, and dead carcasses to my honey. We stopped for lunch at the Duck Inn in Havre and rode along Montana's Highway 2. As we passed the many, MANY white markers on the roadside, I thought of Randy Travis' song "Three Wooden Crosses" even though there where 3 times as many. Know wonder the signs say "4 the 2" and call your Congressman. So many lives lost on that lonely road.
We road through Belkn
7 hours to the end day 1 with 7 or so more to go to Sturgis, was just the beginning of luck, good and bad!
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