Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
April in the Badlands.
Could suck worse.
Got my first days full riding in today and while I can't claim any 4 digit bragging rights I pounded out three tank fulls half of it on dirt, red dust that sticks like glue.
My times at Sturgis deprived me of all this mostly due to sharing. I had to share all this with a bunch of grubby bikers. Today it was all about Pop. I bet I rode for two hours at one point without seeing anything breathing that had less than four legs except for some partridges. You can still be very much alone out here. It's friggin awesome.
Here's a few shots and yes, the red bike is filthy. It earned it. In that last shot them ain't cows. Big old bison with calves so I put the bike between them and me. Hey, say what you want to. I am fully prepared to sacrifice a perfectly good motorcycle if it gives my sorry ass a couple extra seconds head start.
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry