Hittin da Trail

June 19th.

Promptly at 6 am Daddy O gave the command, "Saddle Up". About 15 bikes and a couple dozen excited souls set out for Cody, Wyoming. A short ride up Hwy 61 we collected another 4 or 5 bikes with riders and passengers. Additionally there were others riding independently or with friends making the journey. All with eager anticipation and a host of dreams of what may come.

Rumbled across Missouri on Hwy 36 making good time, but becoming increasingly aware of dark clouds building in the west. Ride leader was heard to ask his trusted assistant if we could make it to St. Joe before the rain? Assistant checks the radar on his cell phone and with the confidence of a fool replies, "no problem".

It was only a matter of few brief miles that a black wall of extreme storms were encountered. Not exactly sure what the official classification of the storm might have been. But there were numerous sightings of Dorothy and Toto zipping along just above the treetops.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting out the storm at a truck pull off hiding behind a truck trailer to avoid the effects of horizontal rain, those drenched adventurers were back on the road into St. Joe for a break and souvenir shopping at the H-D dealer.

The troop courageously headed on into Kansas, now in good weather but a bit taken back by the sights of several broken trees and the metal roofing of farm buildings strewn about. We did arrive in Lincoln before the H-D dealer there closed.

Some cleaning up, tending to the bikes, a bite of dinner, lots of embellished stories and we were ready to bed down for the night.
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