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Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by superdutyGS, Feb 15, 2012.
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We had a quick convenience store breakfast and visited with a local rancher. As we neared Alliance Scott and i saw this airplane flying extremely low over the ridges. Scott thought maybe they were running the cattle off the tops to keep them from geting hit by lightning from the impending storm. The rancher says "Nah, likely they were shooting coyotes. You can see 'em really well from they plane, and ranchers sure hate coyotes" Made sense to us. We headed north to Mt. Rushmore from Alliance and shortly after getting into South Dakota you cross over a ridge that I think was called "Pine Ridge" and everything changes like you flipped a switch. Behind you is pasture land that is mixed green and brown and somewhat flat, and ahead of you it is lush green and Pine forests. In an instant. Very beautiful and memorable. About this time Scott started having some problems with his Harley Road king. There will be no Harley Bashing from me, I have owned 22 of them over the years andw will have another pretty soon I imagine. It was fuel pump related, the bike would just bog down and not run. He could stop and turn it off and it would run perfect for a while. He decided to go on up to the Harley dealer in Sturgis to see if they could find and fix the problem. I agreed to go with Wayne and Jerry to Crazy Horse then come on up to the dealer and mee4t with Scott and see what was going on. While we would be at the dealer Jerry and Wayne could visit Mt. Rushmore and get that checked off thier List.
above were some buffalo when we got into the National park on our way to Rushmore. Funny thing happened when we came through here 4 years ago. Buffalo were everywhere. Mr Impatient (ME) stoppped and took a quick picture. A bit down the road Scott stopped again and took some more pictures. I said" hey you aren't going to want to stop every time we see one of the stupid buffalo are you? About then this lady gets out of her car and starts taking pictures. She is visibly excited about the buffalo and asks us "How long have you been looking for them? I say "oh about 20 seconds I guess." She tells us she had been trying to find them for 3 days.
Here is one of Crazy Horse monument. I highly recommend this place. No government funding, a project funded entirely by donation and entrance fees. The video they show at the visitor center is amazing too. This sculpter that started this and worked on it for 40 or so years is an
amazing man and story. I like it bettter than Rushmore I think.
After Crazy Horse I headed north to Sturgis to catch up with Scott and had hoped in the hour and a half head start he had that they had got the problem with the fuel pump fixed. When I got there the dealer had the bike in the shop but had not looked at it yet. Close to two hours it had been sitting. Let me tell you Scott is one of the most patient people I know. Always has been. Me, I am high strung and Type A. I fight it, mostly unsuccessfully. To make a long story short.....I set there for 7 hours with Scott. We would ask every hour or so, any progress? I even asked, did you guys test the fuel pump pressure? They would take the bike out and ride it once in while and come back and tell us it was still bad. So after 7 hours they determine it was the fuel pump. Who would of thought that? The pump would work until the bike was under load. I will give them some credit, they manager said the book only called for 1.5 hours labor on that job and that is all they charged.
Wayne and Jerry had stopped in to see how we were coming along and we insisted they go ahead to Hardin Mt. where we had a cabin reserved at the KOA. We said we'd call one of the cell phones when we got out of sturgis and let them know when we'd cathc up, or if it would be tomorrow. They rolled Scott's Road King out at 7pm as they locked the doors. Hardin was 400 miles away. We decided we'd run a tank of gas through the bikes and see where we were. Was a nice night so we grabbed a truck stop Hot dog and slice of Pizza as we filled up. We had a blast taking turns passing each other and driving faster than we should all the way to Hardin. We got to the Cabin just shy of 1am. We banged on the Cabin door for a while and Wayne finally woke up and let us in. We were both laughing out loud at the last 100 miles of alternate passing in the cool night air. Great ride really. Here is the cabin the next morning at daylight.
We had planned on maybe seeing the memorial park for the Battle of little big Horn at the end of day two but the repair changed our schedule. It was backtracking about a half hour but having been there once I wanted the guys to see it. Of all the memorials for civil War and the battles with the indians to follow, none are more the way the were at the time of the battle now than this one. So the experts say. I believe it. We rode back to Little Big Horn and grabbed anouther nutritous C-Store breakfast. While sipping our coffee and waiting for the park to open a guy pulled in on a harley FX. He was obviously distraught and confused it appeared. At first I wondered if he was drunk or hung over. Jerry asked him if was doig alright and he tells us "I was supposed to meet a buddy here this morning, and my sister called me and told me he was killed in a motorcycle wreck last night." He was a mess, and how could he not be. It was very disturbing and weighed heavily on our minds all day. Not the best way to start the day.
We pulled up to the gates of the park and it was not open yet. A guy pulled around our parked bikes to get in line. Was from Ohio. He got out of the vehicle and came back and started visiting with us and asked about my "Arctic Circle Bound" sticker. His name was Randy and he and a friend from home were planning on riding up to Alaska next year. Had a great visit and he actually called me about a month later for trip details. by the way if you ohio guys are reading this, I sent you my milepost but have lost your email address. Would like to hear from you again.
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Custer and 263 soldiers were slaughtered by thousands of Souix and Lakota indians here in 1876. The landscape remains mostly unchanged and it is easy to imagine how hot and dry it was for the battle. It's a sobering image the scattered grave markers and the fenced in area of "Custer's last stand".
We thought this guy sure got a funny name. He was one of the 6 most important indians of the battle. We were intrigued by the name and took a picture and then when we got inside of the visitor center where they name the important people in the battle he was o
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here is the first of the obligitory pictures of the 4 bikes. Wayne's 07 Yamaha Roadstar, Scott's 2000 Road King, Jerry's 96-97 Gold Wing Trike and my 95 r1100 GS. I might be off ayear on one or two of them but I am old and forgetful you know.
Montana is freaking HUGE. I am embarrassed to admit I didn't take many pictures after we left Little Big Horn. We had a cabin reserved at West Glacier so we tried to make some miles leaving at about lunch time from where we woke up. Just a shade under 600 miles which is normally nothing. But Scott and I only had about 4.5 hours of sleep and I don't know about him but honestly this was a long tiring day for me. We rode west through Butte and then
Missoula and north along flathead lake up to West Glacier where I had again reserved a little Cabin. Nice folks there. I left my brand new BMW gs hat in the shower house the next morning. I went back after breakfast and it was gone. Mentioned it to the manager thinking well I wll never see it again. Showed up in the mail about two weeks later at home while I was still on my trip. Somebody turned it in later in the day. I should have took pictures along Flathead lake on hwy 93 but did not. We were trying to make miles. When we got check in that night later than planned there was only one place left to eat. This bar down the road. Biker bar. Pretty rough place. When we pulled in the "manager was in a shouting match with some shirtless drunk" Get the F*** out of here" Shoving out the door. We just all looked at one another and agreed we were pretty dam hungry. It was Saturday night so guess that kind of thing can be expected. We had a decent meal and nobody gave us any problems. Man was I ready for bed. The cabin only had 3 beds so I took the air mattress and slept great. Here is a picture on the way that day up through Montana. I honestly couldn't tell you exactly where though.
Is this report alrady too long? So much to tell, I will try to be less wordy. We got up and showered and headed into West Glacier for a big breakfast and church. We all try not to miss mass, and with Jerry along, it is not an option. Scott too for that matter, we make sure we go to mass. Then we got fuel and headed into Glacier park. I was the only one that had been through there and we were all looking forward to it. Here is the cabin. We are packing the bikes back up before b'fast.
is on your right, Jerry in middle and Wayne on the left. At mass, the priest mentioned what a lovely place
Glacier is to visit. He also mentioned seeing 4 bikes parked in the ot and seeing the Arctic Circle bound sticker on the BMW. He offered a blessing for our bike and the safe travels for our journey. So as Bill Murray would say....."So I got that going for me" Glacier awaits........
Pictures speak louder than words. This was only the 4th day it was open. The latest Logan Pass had been closed since 1943 we were told. We took plenty of time going through. We had to ride all the way up to Banff Alberta that day for our reservations at a hotel t
here. Now for the pictures.
here you go
Mountain Goats....we saw a few. They are not shy really
it is all so freaking beautiful here
This is just after the parking area on the east side of Logan's pass.
You gotta go see this place my friends.
Beautiful day to ride as we crossed into Alberta. Have to show this picture though. We got gas south of Calgary
and this bike was getting filled up. Didn't get the riders name but we had a good visit. His was a 95 also and had 266,000 KM on it. he had ridden to the Artic ocean 5 times and Argentina twice. Humbling.
From here we took a wonderful foothills road along the rockies all the way to Banff. Great scenery of
ranches and incredible hayfields. When we got to Banff we all agreed it was the best day of riding we had benn on, any of us. Ever
somewhere along those foothills north towards
I'm in... for self protection. You guys are being way to nice to this guy. Give him some crap he can take it. I'm the one on the Harley and I'm a little sensitive, so be nice! (you know how thin skined us Harley guy are)
Please don't worry about being too wordy. Tell it as you feel it/remember it. Sounds like a great group to ride with. Yes, I do know how sensitive you H-D guys are. I ride with some too, but that means that I also know why.
Don't worry about how many words you use or how well you think others may have written their reports. I am really enjoying yours. Just write your own words that express your thoughts and experiences. THAT is what makes a great ride report. Thank you for sharing so far and I'm looking forward to the rest!