The ride back up the way I came was uneventful, it was hotter today or so it seemed so I changed out of the leather jacket into a Kevlar shirt by Draggin Jeans. It's not as protective but lots cooler and heat stroke I don't need. I've kept myself re-hydrated by chugging down Gatorade at rest stops and sipping water from the Camel Back in between. Its foul taste has begun to diminish a bit but it's still yucky. I'll look into treating it when I get home but for now it will do as is.
The first 79 miles out of Valentine were torture, the road had cracks and repairs done poorly so that the bike bounced all over the place. To make matters worse there was a constant hard driving wind from the west so by the time I rode out of the bad pavement section I was ready for a long rest. No such luck. I did take a break at a gas stop where I met a Harley guy and his wife who were from Indiana. He told me they'd come through Kansas City and it was the worst rain storm they'd ever seen. Today they were heading home and not looking forward to it. Somehow I felt a bit better about my decision to skip riding into those areas.
Moving on the first stop of interest today was at Pierre, the capitol of SD. Being Sunday and all it seems the legislators slept in, typical for politicians everywhere. Not a big deal, I parked in a shady spot and got what I wanted, a brief look at the Capitol building and a couple of pics. It's a nice little town with lots of older homes kept in beautiful repair.
I hopped down from the bike and said "All's well officer, I'm just taking a few pics of your fine corn crop to show the missus when I get home."
"No problem" sez he, "I just thought I'd see if you were alright and not broke down."
"Hey that's great, I really appreciate it. Would it be alright if I shoot you?" (Arrgh, gag, sputter noises) "Um, actually what I meant was shoot your picture, not the other kind."
He said "Sure" and I didn't have to say smile as he was cracking up.I got off two quick shots and he was gone. I saw him stop to check on another driver a little ways down the road, then drive on and do a 180 pulling in front of yet another stopped car. By the time I passed by he was hooking up jumper cables to their stranded car. Nice guy. Really nice, I wish all cops were like him.
|Corn....how exciting is that?|
|SD Law Man|
|Off to rescue another motorist|
|Agar - population 77|
|Hay bales & Horse hocky, the best of everything. I even love how it all smells.|
|BB posing in the township of Agar|
|All alone again|
|This is why I like to ride the back roads.|
|Bye bye SD|
|Yeehaw, it's ND!|
As if North Dakota wasn't exciting enough all by itself they've got bragging rights to their own special native son Lawrence Welk! Hooee! OK boys and girls, here we go, a-one anna-two.
|OMG...it's true, he really was from ND|