Braveheart Day 2

Yesterday was a great day. I met the Icelanders at their hotel and we rode over to eat breakfast with the main group. Frmrpat, Plowboy and wife were heading in the same direction as us via a different route, so we all planned to meet in Sturgis.

The Icelanders and I took a more scenic road through the Black hills to get there and only arrived a little late for lunch. After dining we all rode to the famous Main St. for some shopping and a little looksieloo. Shirts were cheap for years past and we all bought a few. After our fill of the famous rally town our group headed to Deadwood to see where Wild Bill Hickock died and even some reenactments of the gunning down. Dinner was good and the company great. The ride back was just as nice and we ended a “perfect day” back at the hotel chatting with many of the other Bravehearts.

Motorcycle Adventures Part VI, On My Own

It was day 6 of my trip west. Lenny and I had just parted in Durango, Colorado. I was heading west and he back east to his home in Pueblo. He and I had ridden 3 days together for more than 700 miles in a tour of Colorado. It is such a beautiful state; I only wish that I could have stayed longer and seen more.There is a sense of freedom that comes with being alone. For the first time in my life I was on my own. Never before had I been so far away from home with no where to stay. I had no reservations, no one waiting for me, no plans other than to head west. There were things that I wanted to see, but every destination was just a part of the journey.

I was 1200 miles from home, and even if I wanted to go back there was no one there to greet me. My things, even my truck and clothes, were in storage. I truly had no home other than on my motorcycle. My home was the road. Some may think that silly: to be so far away with nothing but a direction, but I found it liberating. Nothing could have been better except maybe someone to ride with. It was a lonely ride that day, and I had no one to share it with. For the next couple weeks and many more times later that would be my story.

That day I had a couple goals. I wanted to stand on the 4-Corners monument where Colorado meets Arizona and Utah meets New Mexico. There is only one place in the U.S. where you can stand in 4 states at the same time. I wanted to go there. Between me and there was Mesa Verde National park. That seemed like a great place to start.

It was early, but after 8AM when I got on the road. I’d never been there before, but I have a good memory for maps, and from Durango there are signs that lead you to the park. It didn’t take long to find the entrance, and after waiting for my turn I proudly showed the park attendant my National Parks Pass that would allow me to enter any National Park without paying. It had cost me $50, but it saved me much more than that over the next 6 weeks. I would visit many parks. There were 2 more to visit that very day.

From the welcome sign one can see the large Mesa in the background. It is of course green. The roads up it were very windy and slow going until I could pass the cars in front of me. They must have thought me silly for riding up there so fast, but I had a big day planned, and I wanted to do as much as possible.

Mesa Verde is a beautiful park in the middle of the desert. What make the park famous are the many cave paintings and Indian shelters from long ago. Those combined with great views and scenery make it something to see.I spent a great deal of time at the visitor center and at the gift shop across the way. There were lots of people, and I wanted to ask questions. In the end I didn’t see much of the park beyond the roads and the views they offer. There was just not enough time for me to see it all and still make it to Arizona by night. I did stop at the fire overlook to catch a great view where I could see for many miles in every direction.

The day was moving quickly so I had to also. From there it was on to 4-Corners. I stopped for gasoline and a snack in Cortez, Colorado. A few people riding motorcycles were at the station also and we talked a little. They were interested that I was riding so far all by myself. I told them, ”that’s what I do.”The road was quite a neat road and it went around the Mesa I had just visited. It turned out to be a very large Mesa and I was near it for quite some time. Finally I turned my back towards it and rode the last few miles I would be in Colorado. On that short stretch another biker passed me traveling very quickly. I kept up with him for a while, but he was going faster than I wanted to. At one point we both stopped to take a picture and I asked him why he was riding so fast. He wanted to make the Grand Canyon by nightfall. I wished him luck; that was my goal for the next day.

By now it was very hot. It was still early July, but the sun is intense in that part of the country and I had to drink lots of water to stay hydrated. Finally I arrived at Four Corners. It was not like I had hoped. The land there is on an Indian Reservation. You wouldn’t know it though because there is nothing anywhere to see besides rocks and dirt. When your road finally nears the monument however you begin to see the tourist trap. That is exactly what it was. There is a $3 charge to get in the area, and it is surrounded by vendors selling everything from snow-cones to vest pins and silver jewelry. After seeing the monument and swapping pictures with another person by himself I walked around to see what they were selling and bought a couple pins.

The monument itself is not much to see. It is on a raised platform and is only big enough for a couple people at a time to stand on. Of course there are plenty of people around, but I suspect like myself, those people will not return. I would like to have that time back, and the $3.

From there it is 236 miles, the quick way, to The Petrified Forest. I can remember many times from my childhood thinking about the Petrified Forest. One teacher had brought rocks from there to show our class. It always seemed like a far away place, almost fantasy like. Here I was less than 4 hours away from something I though I never would see.This wasn’t the first time I felt that way. Twice before in my life have I felt like that. Both times before were on a motorcycle trip I had taken the previous summer that had taken me to 33 states all over the East Coast and South Eastern Canada. Those two places were Maine first, and Minnesota. Growing up in Texas everything seemed far away. Texas is after all a big state and far south. So as a little kid looking at maps of Minneapolis – St. Paul I was amazed that anyone could ever get there much less live so far away. I would never get there myself; it was too far.

Of course those were kid’s thoughts. I am an adult now, but sometimes I still get that feeling. Someplace is just too far away to ever get there. Maybe that is why I like to travel so much: to go impossible places that were too far for my childhood imagination. It is like lifting a million pounds; I’m doing something that could not be done.

Well, here I was: less than days ride to the Petrified Forest and as I learned that day also the Painted Desert National Park. I headed south to Gallup, New Mexico and over the state line to Arizona. Having never been in either place I stopped at the welcome centers to add maps to my collection. And as you suspect, my collection of state maps is nearly complete. I’d like to finish the set this summer.

The temperature that day was over 100 degrees, and it was very dry. Even the water I carried with me was hot, like bath water, so I looked forward to stopping for gas and a Gatorade. At the Arizona welcome center I found out it was only an hour or so to the parks and that I had better hurry as they closed the gates at 7PM. It was 5 then and I wanted to see some of the park before it locked up.

It is funny how much the desert there is different from where I was in New Mexico only a few hours ago. New Mexico and the Four Corners area was completely dry and brown. There was little to no green to see at all. Arizona is dry too, but where I was there were green plants, very small, that covered the desert. Somewhere nearby had to be a source of water.

Finally I arrived at the gate after stopping for some ice and dinner. The ice was for a couple beers that I had saved from the night before. I wanted to celebrate my newfound independence and cherish the day I had just experienced. Don’t tell the park rangers at the Petrified Forest however; I think it is illegal to carry glass on park property. I didn’t drink them until later though.

Petrified Forest National and Painted Desert are different from most National Parks. From the highway there is only one way to go through, and you cannot camp. First the road takes you north to the best part of the Painted Desert and then south to the Petrified wood. But there is no exit over the interstate at that pass. I stopped for pictures many times so I could remember how beautiful they were. In my mind I would go back through the next day and see it all again, but that did not happen. Thankfully my pictures all turned out great.

Several times I was told how magnificent the sunsets are in those parks, especially in Painted Desert. I longed to see that, but it was summer and the sun doesn’t set until nearly nine, long after the parks are closed. If you ever go to see the Petrified Forest make sure to go later in the year or in early spring when the sun sets before 7PM. And if you do, please tell me how the sunset is and maybe snap a photo or two.

The southernmost part of Petrified Forest has the best rocks to see. Some are full trees lying on their side. You can walk through them, touch them, and sit on them. You just cannot take any. It is truly amazing to see such sites. Everyone should go there in their lifetime.

I rode out of the park just before closing time. The sun was still up and I found easily the free camping place I was told about. The place was a private store that sold petrified wood for lots of money. Camping was free there, but there were no facilities after the store closed. This was my first time motorcycle camping. Always before I had big coolers, chairs, tents, a propane stove, and company. I was alone that night and doing something new. I had never even used that tent; it was brand new and replaced the one that I had lost just a few days earlier in Colorado.

It was windy and I made camp beside a muraled wall. I made sure to be out of line of sight from the one light at the store. That way I could enjoy the desert at night. First however I had to finish camp and eat. Using my Sterno stove and fuel I made some Ramen Soup and sipped a beer. That night I really enjoyed the sky. No clouds and no light pollution make for a great view. The stars were shining brightly and I snapped a few photos of the sky.

After dinner I home-made an electrical connector so I could charge my cell phone on the bike. It worked great, and I also made it work with the GPS Merlin had given me via Eddie D. I learned some things that day: there are two parks there instead of one; the forest really isn’t a forest but rather rocks lying on their side; and I can go anywhere I want, all I have to do is try.

There was something special about being there that I cannot describe to you. Things were going well; I felt like I was really doing something. Life was good and even though it was dark out the sun shone on me.

Motorcycle Adventures, The Story Continues Part V

The story continues

Strider1 and I were in Montrose, Colorado and headed south. This was new territory for both of us: he having grown up near there had never taken the Million Dollar Highway south to Durango; and this was already the farthest west I had ever been.

After finishing up the BBQ we headed out on what was to be another amazing ride. By now it was past midday and we still had over 100 miles to go. That may not sound like a lot, but you weren’t there. The sights were a plenty and too good to pass up. The roads were awesome and rode like the backbone of a snake up and down the mountains. This would be our 3rd 10000+ ft high pass that day and our second over 11000.

Headed south the first thing you notice are the beautiful snow capped mountains directly in front of you. They are a ways off, but the jagged peaks are thrilling to see.

Finally we made back into the mountains. These were as amazing as the last few ranges but were a little different though. If you ever get the chance go to Ouray, CO then I suggest you do. It is north of Silverton a little ways and has a great history. I’ve never seen a town so well ingrained in the mountains as this one. Go there, you’ll like it.

Well, Strider and I pushed into the mountains stopping only for a few snapshots. We rode hard and our bikes pushed themselves. At the altitudes we reached carbureted engines have trouble, and when I let off the gas the bike would pop. Not to worry though, Mr. Suzuki made them well.

Some of you may already know this but for those of you who do not: mountain roads are lots of fun. They wind and change elevation. Some times you can see for many miles; sometimes only for a few feet. All in all mountain riding is great… until you get behind an RV. Now, I don’t belittle RVs; they are having their own fun; but they sure do know how to put a damper on mine. We found ourselves behind a nice train of cars and leading the pack was an RV. This was a special RV however. Being made so long ago it was quite a sight to see. I’m surprised they ever put motors that small in such big machines. Well, that’s that; we were stuck in a parade of slow goers.

Strider and I had discussed what we would do in case of this, and here it was. We were rising several hundred feet per mile at a pace just a little faster than climbing the mountain on foot. I didn’t let that get me down however. Since I was leading I asked Lenny to pull up beside me; gave him the “leap frog” signal and motioned “one at a time”. I think he understood.

Now, it always surprises me how close cars will actually follow other cars when going that slow. This was no exception and in fact a perfect example of that case. Since these guys couldn’t pass the 12 cars in front of them they rode as close as possible to their bumper. I didn’t let that stop me however and as soon as there as a straight shot I took the opportunity and passed a car.

Now, the reason “leap frog” works is that one bike will jump ahead and make room for the other. So, when I got in front of the car I slowed just enough that when Lenny got the chance he could pass it too. Warning: This does not work 2 at a time and should only be conducted in this manner.

So, Lenny figured the pattern and we were off. About 15 minutes later I had passed every car and Lenny made a glamorous finish and passed the last car and the RV up front. I soon followed. At that moment the sun came out and beams of light came through the clouds… or that’s how I felt at least. At last we were free and able to ride our own ride.

The day got better from there. We crossed Red Mountain Pass at just over 11,000 feet.

And soon we were in Silverton and stopped to take this picture

I took this picture as we were headed down the mountains into Durango

I now know why it is called the “Million Dollar Highway”. It has to do with Silver, but in my own heart it has more to do with the beauty of those mountains.

Braveheart Tours Day 1

Day 1 of Braveheart is going very well. The first groups have returned from their rides and not too many people have been rained on so far.

South Dakota is beautiful. The praries are fantastic even though they lack trees. Today a group of 10 of us rode down to Badlands National Park and made a loop towards the Southeast. The group split, but we found each other later in the park. Strider1 with Pat, the Big Skys and I made our way behind the other group. It is truely amazing and beautiful albeit bizarre. The Badlands are unlike anything most people have ever seen.

The group stopped in Wall, SD to see the famous Wall Drug. After buffalo burgers and cherry pie a la mode we headed back. We hit only a little rain and had dried by the time we returned.

Tomorrow should be fun. Several of us plan to head down to Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse. I’m trying to convince some of them to join me in Windy Cave National Park before heading back. I hear Needles Highway is around there, maybe we’ll get to ride it too!

Up on Cripple Creek 4th of July Adventures part 3

Ever since January I knew about the trip I would take out west this summer. One of the highlights of the whole trip that I planned was a Fourth of July Ride. I just couldn’t miss that.About 10 in the morning (we were beat after the previous days of riding) Lenny, Pat, and I suited up and headed north to Colorado Springs. Some of the other members that wanted to ride with us couldn’t make it, but Mickey met us at Memorial Park in Springs. He turned out to be a neat guy. He’s got 2 daughters and a wife. She’s thinking about riding, maybe next season she will.

Well, we had planned to see the Vietnam Memorial Moving Wall and rode over to see that. Lenny was proudly wearing his vest with Veteran Patches. It was quite moving to see all those people. Being the 4th of July there were more veterans than normal at the wall, and they all stopped to thank him.

I took these pictures there:

Pikes Peak

a better (shrunken quite a lot)

Mickey hiding behind a camera.
Mickey had a bar-b-que to attend later in the evening, so we headed out to make time. The road was very fun heading into the mountains. I was asked to lead, Mickey in second, and Lenny and Pat following close behind. Mickey had never ridden up the pass before and was a little anxious about it. After some encouraging words he was ready. And he did great.

We stopped towards the top in a small town called Cascade for lunch. Mickey had to head back, but not before taking this picture with us.

From Cascade you can see the back side of Pike’s Peak (the side Pike himself couldn’t see)

After goodbyes and some lunch the two bikes, Lenny, Pat, and I headed west into the mountains. And let me tell you, they are beautiful. Every turn amazed me They built roads where no one should build roads. Some of the views were more like looking down the edge of a skyscraper than a mountainside. It was that steep. But that also meant great views.

On the rode to Cripple Creek we saw Elk. There must have been 50 of them (although Lenny swears there were hundreds). They were along side the road in a valley. It was quite serene. Sorry I didn’t get any pictures, that cliff looked pretty steep.

We were at about 10000 feet. At that altitude you start to notice some things: the bike doesn’t run so well, your legs don’t hold up. When we did stop it was probably below 50 degrees (4th of July). I’m glad I had my jacket and helmet that day.

This was a photo of the overlook (onto Cripple Creek)

The full size image is just amazing. And there are plenty of those

and one looking to the right

Panoramic of the view

This place was truly beautiful.
We stopped in town to fill up on gas. 85 octane was the regular stuff, 89 was premium. I called my dad just to tell him where I was. He heard Cripple Creek and got pretty excited. I guess he knew of the song with the same name.

The three of us walked around a bit looking for souvenirs. They bought a couple shirts (long sleeve :wink; ) I tried to give the slot machines a couple quarters, but they only took dollars. I was saving up for Las Vegas in about a week.

Here are some photos of town

Well, the ride back was just as amazing. The mountains go on forever and we were taking our time in them. I snapped quite a few on the move. This was the first time that I ever tried to take some while moving, but they turned out great.

The full sized ones are so much better.

You can see Lenny and Pat up front on the LC.

Well, we were exhausted by the time we returned. But it was still the 4th. After a short nap we headed out to Pueblo West to see some fireworks. For some reason I didn’t think to take pictures until nearly the end. These are what I got.

We were tired but that wasn’t the end. Lenny is a gracious host and again he offered me the Tullamore Dew. Again I accepted :cheers;
If anyone would like a full sized picture, just email me at

Colorado Ain’t SO Flat After All.

Boy-o-boy. When I awoke at Strider’s place early on the morning of the 3rd I had no idea what to expect. Lenny had planned some great riding and even better sights. Only once before had I been to Colorado, and I flew in. I liked the place but it was strange.Before, I talked about the elevation. Well, as Lenny describes, Pueblo is a toilet bowl over hell. In short, Pueblo is a small town about ½ hour from the mountains; it sits in a little valley where all the heat collects off the prairie. The town itself is nice and mostly well kept, but there is a certain duality of the place. First there’s the flatlanders, the east half of the city. They have very little to do with the others from Pueblo West. Pueblo is a town of 2 languages and crazy City Counselmen. Lenny would have you believe that anyway. He loves his town, but it frustrates him.

Anyway, after a hearty breakfast :wink; he told me of our day full of riding. This was the exciting part. I get to ride in the mountains, the real mountains, for the first time. Currently I was at 4400 feet elevation. That was higher than any other place I’d ever ridden, even in the Appalachian Mountains. And we hadn’t even made it to the foothills of the Rockies yet. Today was going to be awesome.

Pat joined us for this great ride, so first we had to find some high ground, a place where we could overlook the entire county. As I said before, it’s desert out there. These views were from just outside Pueblo off of Highway 50, the same road I lived on in Illinois.

You can possibly see Pike’s Peak in the first picture. It is behind the mountain range and less dark. Lake Pueblo is there to see too. At this point I should say, my lens got a little dirty on the inside. I don’t know how it happened, but I am still disappointed. Many of my most amazing shots have smudges. Also, if you are interested in an original (some will be too fantastic to see shrunken like this) just drop me an email, I’ll send it right off.

After the sight seeing tour we headed up into the mountains. This was all new to me, and I expected to have fun. Lenny had convinced me to leave my helmet back at his place, but thankfully I brought my jacket. Once we left the prairie the temp dropped about 10 degrees per 1000 feet. And we climbed a lot of 1000 feets.

The ride started off with one of his favorite canyons, the one he trained on for the Dragon. I liked it, but (keep this a secret) the Dragon is much more challenging. The elevation change was fierce. We climbed so fast, before I knew it we had crested the first pass and were already at 9000 feet. We were now in the mountains, but just barely.

After a few meadows we were back to climbing. I think we peaked at only 10,000 feet that day before going back down. We stopped for gas and a few photos. This is what we saw from the road into Westcliffe. They were the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen.

from the gas station

the rest are leaving town headed back east

God I love fast upload bandwidth. If anyone can make a panoramic out of those (or the originals) I’d love to have that.

Those mountains were so beautiful; they even had snow in July. Lenny kept bragging, “we’re only in my backyard; you haven’t seen anything yet.” He was right, but I couldn’t believe it got better than this. To those of you that have been to Denver or Colorado Springs and not gone further into the mountains, you’ve missed quite a lot. We were only an hour in, and the view was exponentially better. Pat was there just nodding as I gasped open mouthed at the shear magnitude of everything.

It was time to head back; there was a surprise for me in the form of a castle. Somehow Lenny and his wife had made friends with this man who decided to build a castle. This was nor ordinary castle: first of all he built it by himself, second it was made entirely of stone and wrought iron, lastly it was 100% illegal. (So the law would like to believe).

I’m not going to upload my 20 or so photos from the place. Instead I’ll link you to it.

Long story short, it’s a work of art and one man’s masterpiece. He spent 30+ years working doing all the rock and ironwork himself. I wish him the best. When I was there, Jim Bishop, the maker was recovering from surgery. He had hurt his left hand in an accident.

If anyone asks I’ll describe the long procedure for getting the stones up to the top of those darn towers.

Here’s a photo from the top of the tallest tower (yes it is very shakey up there at 13 stories)

See if you can find my bike

This is Lenny just before climbing to the top

afterward he didn’t look so calm or collected. 😀 Pat was a little wiser and stayed on the firm rock part of the tower, the last 10 feet or so were a little shakey.

Truth be told climbing those stairs/ladders was very difficult. I had trouble breathing already due to the altitude; and physically exerting myself didn’t make things any easier. I did pretty well for a low life (hahahha, I live at 540 feet, and I was climbing ladders above 8000)

We still had quite a ways to go, and the next day being the 4th of July would be even more exciting. So we turned back, but via another route. I insisted upon this, everything was new to me, so why backtrack when it was just as easy to go the long way home.

We ended up in Colorado City for Linner, or was that Dunch? It was late afternoon when we stopped for shakes and buffalo burgers. From there it was back to Pueblo. I bought a new tent as I planned on camping very soon and had lost mine. And we looked for a rally. But the rallies were bust. So we ate pizza climbed in the hot tub and relaxed. All three of us were beat.

Colorado is to flat. Adventures part 1

First off I’d like to say thank you to everyone that helped me along the way. Those great people are the ones that made my trip possible. I hope by sharing my stories I can somehow repay them for their kindness.

People don’t think of Colorado as a flat state; it’s actually quite hard to imagine really. This place we’ve always heard of having great ski slopes, the mile high city, Pikes Peak, just cannot be flat. Well I’m here to tell you it is. As flat as Kansas it is. The east half is anyway. The people that live there call it prairie; I call it desert. Don’t get me wrong, there is grass along the way, but it sure ain’t grasslands.

In my experience everything west of Oklahoma City is desert. It’s not the kind of desert we think of normally, but to those in the east it sure seems like it. First off, the average humidity in these places I went was in the teens. Some places had 2-4% humidity. Eastern Colorado stays below 20% most of the year… The mountains have even less.

As soon got to Colorado, I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. :hysterical; My lips chapped something awful, and my nose dried up so much it hurt. That actually started well before I got to Dodge City with MrDeicerman and Rocket. The place was dry; there was dust blowing across the plains. I couldn’t believe it, but only because I’d never seen anything like it. Sure Texas has desert, but it’s a different kind of desert. There are lots of kinds of deserts. It sounds like I’m complaining, but I really just want to express what was happening.
Well, the green grass was behind me, and I had mountains to look forward to. The sky was the limit, and I was fast approaching. This was my fist impression of CO.

It’s funny the things you think about, or in fact the things you never think about. Back East you’ll never see a City Limit’s sign with the elevation on it, instead the population if preferred. Out West it’s nearly the opposite. Sure some towns have the pop on the sign, but it is not the focus. There are lots of other things. For instance, North Carolina has the most cemeteries per capita of any state. You cannot drive 5 miles in the country without seeing 2 of them. Atlanta has a Waffle House on every corner (and there are 4 corners per intersection). Not only that, ever waitress in a Waffle House looks the same. That’s universal, kinda like Hooters but not. If you like Hardees hamburgers, then you’ll like Carl’s Junior out west. The menu is the same, the pictures are the same, even the comment cards are the same, but somewhere west of Kansas City the Hardees name is never spoken… No one has ever heard of Hardees out there… But Carl’s Junior has the best hamburgers.

Well, since I brought up how flat Colorado is, I’d better give you some idea. That photo you just looked at was quite disappointing. The hill in the background was the first I had seen in hundreds of miles. I had hoped to show the true CO, and this little hill beat me. Oh well, I got these to prove a point.

There, so you’ve seen it. Truth be told, you have to drive/ride about 200 miles into Colorado before you see the first mountain. This is what I saw near sunset. It was my first view of Pikes Peak, and there would be many more.

At this point I was getting a little tired. MrDeicerman and I woke early that morning to meet Rocket in Newton. We already had a couple hundred miles by the time we stopped for lunch. Their plan was to escort me to Dodge City the return home. DC was about halfway for me; my plan was to get to Strider1’s place so I could spend a few days and nights with a friend. Lenny and I had met at the ’04 Rally in Ashville, NC. He rode most of the way there with GMan to impress us all. I looked forward to seeing him again… He may have even been some inspiration for me to travel as much as I have and as far.

To say the least I was both tired and excited. When I stopped to take the picture of Pikes Peak a man pulled over to hand me my baseball cap. It had flown off when I went to grab my jacket. That’s a long story, but in the end not only did I lose my cap but also my tent and some camping gear. The cap was all I got back. It worked out for the best though, the tent I had brought was too small, and the other gear was more than I should have been carrying.

Anyway, the rain and turning back for my stuff made me even later than I had anticipated so I boogied on to Pueblo. 630 miles after I began that day I met Strider in a parking lot where he introduced me to his lovely wife Pat. It had been dark for some while, and I was beat. Lenny asked what I wanted to do; all that I could reply was, “quit riding”.

Now most of you know me as a long distance rider, and I’m famous for riding in the rain, but all that takes practice and endurance. Days like that day are how you get good… But you gotta start somewhere. It wasn’t even my longest distance day that month, but something about it wore me down.

Here is the sun setting before I arrived in Pueblo

So we made it back to his place. Pat was very kind and made me some chicken tacos. Lenny poured some Tullamore Dew and offered me a cigar. We drank Fat Tire and talked of the board. It grew late, and we had a long day planned. That was the 2nd of July, my second day on the trip, and I had already logged 971 miles. I was having a blast.

Unfortunately I have no photos of MrDeicerman or Rocket. It just slipped my mind. There are some of Lenny in days to come.

For my protection, I must say that the stories and photos I post are mine and only mine. You and anyone that reads them are welcome to share, but give me credit… I earned it.