So here's where the pics come to a stop. With about 125 miles to go for the second day, and threatening skies, we didn't waste any time getting to Durango. We left Creede, heading to South Fork, where we would pick up CO 160 into Durango. I've heard that 160 is heavily patrolled, so Craig was out front to catch the cops. :eek1 I'm pretty sure we never dropped below 85mph the entire way, with passing moments of 100+. Those Ducs love to fly! About 20 miles to Durango, no raingear (and we didn't have any desire to stop and put it on), the skies were absolutely black. Would love to have a pic of this but we didn't stop to have a Kodak Moment. I decide to take the lead (I absolutely hate wet pavement) pushing the speedo, passing cars like they are standing still (maybe taking a few risks), but staying dry.......and low and behold, there he is! Now here's where our story's differ. I recall a slight uphill, slow moving van, passing zone (for a brief while), no oncoming traffic (for a brief while), and I see nothing put a passing opportunity. I check and make sure Craig didn't think the same thing and swing by me (nope), so I drop a gear, twist, fly (and I mean fly!) by this slow moving van. NO PROBLEM.....other than the "do not pass" sign on the right, and the hwy patrolman behind the truck in the oncoming lane. OH-SHIT!!!!! He're Craigs's recollection.....uphill, no passing, oncoming cars, and a COP! Hmm....usually this is what I see, but I guess I was really concerned about the rain. Yep.....brake lights in the rearview mirror and ole Johnny Law coming back to get me! SO, I'm sure that nobody has ever had these thoughts, but I can damn well assure you that I was looking for a way out. Nothing! No turn out, no "blend in," nothing. I'm fucked! Well, at that moment in time, I came to the realization that Craig and I had passed about 100 cars in the last 50 miles, so the chances of the police making a 180 to come and get me (doing 90+mph) was probably not likely. Craig catches me a a stoplight at the edge of Durango, and announces that I "must have 9 lives." He said that the cop hit the brakes and looked like he was going to swing around but probably realized that he'd have to pass all the cars that we just did and called it off. I shrug it off like it was nothing, but I was real anxious to get into traffic (blend in), and better yet, get to the Hotel. We made it to the Hampden Inn, got our cases off the bike, just as the skies unloaded. Did I mention that I hate rain.