Well I shall continue on with my trip report from the annual run I make on my harley down to the Iron Horse rodeo and Beartooth Rally in Red Lodge Montana. Also please be patient for my pictures. The file sizes seem to be too large and I haven't figured out in the limited time so far to make them smaller. Once I do though there will be plenty to go around.
I last left off at about four thirty in the morning in a very drunken state. However I was able to keep everything under control and try to get some sleep. My plan didn't work very well. Us farmers are the morning type and usual adhere to the schedule we were on before we left for vacation. If I am awake I can be sure atleast half of my traveling companions will also be up. This time it was around 7:30 I rolled over in bed. My first thought was who left the window open to let the cat in that shit in my mouth. Then I realized that I was just very hung over. So I grabbed a quick showever and threw on my gear to find out what lay instore for me. I realized that almost the entire group I was travelling with was up at this point but still in drunken haze of a state. We wandered around and got our bikes packed up and shiny for the next leg of our journey.
I had to stop at the Harley dealership first before I could take off down the road. A couple guys came with me and some other stayed back for a little bit before meeting us there. One bike got the hell out of there and drove straight through to our next destination. So the rest of us stuck around the Harley dealership for a little too long trying to let the fog lift before we headed out onto the interstate. The day wouldn't be all interstate riding however because we were going to go a round about way to have lunch in a sweet little spot called Roscoe before traveling the last twenty odd miles to Red Lodge. However we didn't count on one thing. We should have turned around at the sign that said be Motorcycles Turn Around Here. Road Construction Ahead.
However we like to think of ourselves as skilled riders and how could we not take on this challenge. Whats the worst than can happen at a slow speed like this in road construction? Obviously we made the mistake of underestimating our foe. Possibly things maybe wouldn't have been so bad if the entire sky wasn't spinning....or the ground for that matter....or anything I tried to focus on. It was only ten or eleven in the morning but I had started off stripped down to as little riding gear up top as I could. My leather vest was definitely tattoed to my upper body with nothing but the heat and sweat I was putting off. Anyways I carried on stoically through the rocks, mud, dust, and grooved roads that can tear your back tire apart. Obviously we should have turned around at the sign. We were all over the road trying to go slow behind the pilot truck in front of us.
Luckily we made it for lunch in Roscoe. We had a very pretty nineteen year old waitress. The first thing before we ordered was that one of our party licked her arm. I could see the alcohol consumption wasn't effecting everyone. Most of the guys ate like lions ordering 16oz prime ribs and such....I ordered chicken strips. I think that they even gave me the childrens order. Luckily I didn't need very much to eat but I sure did enjoy the pitcher of lemonade I had.
So we rolled on out of Roscoe of course amid the usual small town stares that we get when we roll through. Only twenty two mile left to our destination. In a way I'm surprised I made it. I was riding sloppy and I knew it so I toned it down a notch to keep from floating out too fast on a corner and ending my vacation before it really got started.
We got into Red Lodge late in my opinion but it had been a really long day and a half. Most everyone then decided to split up a little bit to see what wonderful things we could find. Some immediately went to eat again, some went to grab some beer, and the others like me went downtown to see if there were any new vendors. I spent the rest of the day eating sausages with pepper and onions. Drinking a few beers to get rid of my hangover and visiting with old friends. I also made some plans for the rest of the week. Places to ride to and people to see. There were MMA fights to come as well as a Buckcherry concert. Stay tuned for tomorrow when I get lost on my way home and find myself in one of the softest poker games ever which by the end of the night got very deep stacked.