What a day it was yesterday and I ended up in Sheridan which is one of my favorite Wyoming towns. The rain had finally quit coming down out of the Bighorns and the valley below was green, fresh and warmer, I almost kept going because the riding was so good. The rain stopped, but was replaced with critters and those critters were getting closer to the road all the time. I have a rule that I don’t ride at night and that includes evening when there are this many critters wanting to say hello so I stopped in Sheridan for the night. After a fine dinner, lay out the rain clothes to dry and check the baseball scores I settled down to catch up on the blog. I kept hearing ” Is that all, $3.50 and pull up to the next window” The motel I stayed in looked great from the front but the noise was coming from the back? Opened the sliding door to the back to find the Dairy Queen drive up window in my back yard. Damn, I hope they aren’t open all night? Oh well, make the best of it and a chocolate dip cone sounds pretty good later and besides it looks like I can park my bike almost on the back deck.
I wake up to look at what appears to be winter outside; cold, windy, dark low clouds swirling and of course rain! Its 45 frigging degrees! If there was a theme song playing in the background for the last three days it would be “Raindrops keep falling on my head” Going to work on my psyche todayÂ to enjoy this ride today, but “I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’ Because I’m free Nothin’s worryin’ me. I kept singing Â that last line over and over, okay pysch work done, “Lets Roll” no more whining about the weather! AND look at that wonderful Wyoming road!
I have been asked before, “You really take your laptop with you on the motorcycle?” Yes I do and a few other GIzmo’s too! What you see in the above pic takes the place of 40 lbs of tools, a briefcase, folders of work, maps, big books, and allows me to work from the road on a motorcycle. ” Hey boss, I am in Gillette and I am sure I met with some customers today, think I can write this one off on expenses? You know, I think I can keep up with work just fine riding around writing travel stories, what do you think boss? Okay, maybe not quite as effective, but does allow me to stay in the loop at work and keep up with the higher priority decisions from the road. The little blue GPS is something I debated using for a long time on the bike, the fact is I like getting lost and if I turned it on it would give me directions and I hate that! Neil Peart who some view as the greatest rock drummer ever and a member of the band “Rush” also happens to be one of the best motorcycle travel writers ever and named his GPS “DUFAS” (check out the book, ghost rider by Neil Peart) I named mine DUFAS JR. Sometimes Dufas helps me find my way out of a jam when I am low on gas, but the best use so far is Dufas can locateÂ the nearest Starbucks in the middle of nowhere.Â Dufas is also a damn tattletale! I turn it on in morning and end of day it gives me history, sometimes embarressing history like, Moving time, 3 hours 20 minutes, stopped time, 4 hours 30 minutes, top speed, 89 mph ( i was passing a truck) avg speed 24.7 mph. Hey there was a lot to stop and see today! Sometimes Dufas tells me which way to go and I get to practice being a man and don’t go that way. Did you know some of the best paved roads in the mountains go for 20 to 50 miles and then end with no way out? I think Dufas has a sick sense of humor.
While BRO BOB is assistant chief of the Kansas Deleware Tribe, I am also a member and assistant chief of the FUCARWE Tribe. The Fucarwe’s are a nomadic tribe of warriors who travel by iron horse and roam the mountains and plains looking for wild game. They often stay up late practicing ancient rituals and consuming too much firewater. Most of the time they wake up in the morning look around and say “where the Fucarwe?”
Okay, I had to keep today light hearted for a change and the sticker on this bike at a gas stop says it all!
The damn Dairy Queen closed before I got that DIP CONE!!!
Trackback from your site.