Onward Ho!

Bright beautiful Boulder, home of Dot’s Diner “Where Folks Get Their Yolks” (eventually), and meeting point of the AC/MC. Don’t we look bad? A guy in a Prius said he loved our colors, thought the name of the club was hilarious, then he described the old days in Boulder when there were guys who did actually ride around town in chaps, and no pants underneath. Whee, then Ouch! Anyway, Scotty led us up into the mountains for a beautiful ride up to Estes Park and back down to the flatlands, then we hit hiway 85 North for the 380 mile run to Lead, SD and our condo (we are so so bad, don’t you think?). We endured a heinous smells just south of Ault, CO—Scott said it was bean processing….smelled like bean processing by a thousand old men with digestive issues—then we continued through the little towns and into Cheyenne, WY, where there is a HUGE Union Pacific yard, complete with airport-like control tower. We stopped to wet our whistles in Torrington, WY, and while Scott learned that the Harley Davidson security system is apparently made by Microsoft (it was the lack of intuitive interface and refusal to work that gave it away to us), Alberto was entertained by Ricky Hill from Deadwood, who just got thrown out of a bar across the screet for fighting. Alberto gave him gum. Ricky smiled (no teeth) and said thanks. After success with tech support, Scotty fired up and we were off. Wyoming was beee-utiful, and enormous. The elbow room motif continues big time. We crossed into South Dakota as the sun was going behind the trees and the canyons leading us to Lead were amazing, a portent of things to come. We hit the market for dinner supplies and liquid supplies as Scott demonstrated the feeling after a 427 mile day. On Friday, we are Sturgis bound! But, what will it be first? The ladies cole slaw wrestling? The pickle eating contest? Who can say…?