Been wondering where I’ve been? I just spent nine days on the road from Oregon to Idaho, Wyoming and Montana. Monica couldn’t go so I took KC, a friend from work. She’d never been on a motorcycle before and she didn’t have much ‘break-in’ time. I just picked her up at her house and took off for what turned out to be a 2700 mile trip. Whew. We got detoured through the hot desert of 104 degrees and I thought she was going to bail out on me in Pocatello, ID, but she pressed on and we got into Jackson Hole where we met my parents and my aunt and uncle, who were coming back from Sturgis. I hadn’t seen my folks in over a year and the purpose of my trip was to spend some time with them. We had a blast. We rode all over Yellowstone Park, saw a couple of bears and a whole slew of Buffalo. I was a little intimidated by the two massive bulls who were on each side of my bike. KC took quite a few pics so I’ll have to get them from her.
There was about a million Harleys on the road. I felt like I was at Sturgis myself. I parked outside the Million Dollar Cowboy in Jackson where someone stole my mascot off my antenna. When I walked over to my bike I overheard some Harley riders saying crap about my bike because it was “wrong” to have reverse on a bike and blah blah blah. When I walked up and caught them I said, “No, actually it’s quite nice to have reverse. How many miles do you have on your Harley?”
Then they backpedaled and said, “Oh we didn’t mean anything by it. You ride this thing yourself?”
“Well, yeah, but I have a passenger too.”
“Wow, you’re kidding. Oh, well we were just talking. No offense, I hope.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’m not the one who has the problem.”
I have to say I have had my fill of the Harley cult and won’t be heading to Sturgis any time soon.