I got home Saturday at 5:15 pm. I made it to Billings earlier on Friday than I anticipated and considered pushing on to Bozeman to cut my Saturday ride down a little. Boy, was I glad I didn't. The wind picked up to 30-40 mph, the skies opened up and for a while I was thinking it was the edge of a tornado. Saturday, I caught rain about 20 miles east of Misoula and had everything from a slight mist to a steady rain to near Coeur d'Alene, but I made it home largely without incident.
I enjoyed renewing old acquaintances and making some new one as well. The Wed. evening cigar and beer discussion at Bell's was priceless, and we made a new rider-friend from Saskatoon. Throughout the week with all the coming and going, it is a source of amazement to me the strength of the bond and the near instantaneous connection between riders of all kinds. Whether it's at an organized (see herding cats) event, a rest stop, or at a gas station, every rider has a story and they are largely sincere and fascinating in their own way. I enjoyed them all.
This is a pic I just had to take on my way home. Feel free to use it if you can.
I enjoyed renewing old acquaintances and making some new one as well. The Wed. evening cigar and beer discussion at Bell's was priceless, and we made a new rider-friend from Saskatoon. Throughout the week with all the coming and going, it is a source of amazement to me the strength of the bond and the near instantaneous connection between riders of all kinds. Whether it's at an organized (see herding cats) event, a rest stop, or at a gas station, every rider has a story and they are largely sincere and fascinating in their own way. I enjoyed them all.
This is a pic I just had to take on my way home. Feel free to use it if you can.
