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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by EvilClown, Jul 16, 2008.
Ya sure do!
Glad I stayed
I think this was a good one
.......show's over.....time to get up and get gone......gotta keep a movin' on
oh yeah - time to get back in the wind - that's a good time. Roll on, bro.
Is it me......or have my attached photos disappeared into neverneverland?
Today when i click add attachment.....i get "you have uploaded the maximum of 1 files"......what? :huh
Is there a total limit of attach photos you can add before they make one get a smugmug?
ADV had a little trouble last night. Hopefully your pics are not lost to cyber-space.
Thanx for the info.....thought i broke a law or somethin'.....if they are lost in cyberville this rr will look all weirdo
I lost your pictures at about page 15:ddog and I want them back!!
This is heartbreaking. All your fine pics of the pretty ladies are GONE.
Oh the pain. It's a travesty I tells ya.
i'm so enjoying this and am on page 38 and none of Goodolguzzi's attached pics are showing up
Strolled on over to the 'Ask Baldy' section as they typically try to keep us somewhat informed over there. A couple of clicks later I see PackMule has it pretty much explained. There's more if you want to look around.
Don't know about anyone else but I get a great deal of 'info-tainment' from this site. If you do as well, I'm going to urge you to act as we are seeing the effects of not acting right here.
How much? You decide. How much is a regular subscription to any other reading material? A cable bill? A movie? Dinner? All of them combined?
As long as we're on the subject, SmugMug ain't such a bad idea either.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program...
Great read guys.
I was also devastated by the disappearing pictures. I guess you are just gonna have to get a smugmug account and re-post.....
All that great work BLIP GONE
Temperatures are dipping down to about 1°F right now...might as well work on the old RR and travel back to some warmer days...
Now, where were we...?
Ah, yes! Dirty Annie's. A much needed stop.
For some reason leaving Annie's is a bit sad. Great little spot.
Old Paint doesn't even bother to look up as the bike motors east.
As the hills and rock formations roll by...
...I try to imagine what it's like to have them right in your back yard.
Unfortunately, they are probably taken for granted after a while.
For the next couple of hours the bike winds through the scenery...almost on autopilot...
There's something about the canyons...
Just me and the truck right now...
...this looks like a good place to pass...
Nice and green in the foreground...
...not an expert but the trees in the background just don't look right. Mother Nature's way of thinning the forest?
The fences, the prairies, the mountains, the sky...
One of those long and lonely highways...good for the soul.
Interesting rock formation...
Coming down the grade I notice this roadside stand. It doesn't strike me 'til later whether the items advertised on the sign have anything to do with one another.
Julie Andrew's voice echoes through the valley...
Looking back, someone is missing...
Eventually we roll into town. The 4-wheelers on the streets still takes some getting used to.
Two Corvair wagons in one sighting! What are the odds?
It's what's for dinner.
Some kind of shelter buried into the hillside on the left.
Feeling the need to make a little bit of time we're back on the 4-lane...
The scenery isn't hard to take. Ever wonder how those lone trees come to be way out there?
The message on the back makes me laugh out loud. Ain't it the truth? But then, who's old?
In the distance the sky is brewing...
Racing the clouds, not too concerned...
Rolling into town looking for fuel.
The future of light trucking in the US...my bike may carry more.
Across the way I spot these signs. Timing is everything.
More local sculpture...
"Lewis and the other guy" I think they call this one.
July 1st and there's snow in sight.
The sky is confused...
Pretty sure that's a septic truck. Catchy name.
A lone oil rig pumping in the distance.
This sums up the moment.
Just there to tell us to go slow over the bridge. Makes me wonder what was about to collapse.
A little railroad action around the cement(?) plant.
The skies begin to look a little friendlier.
In the distance there's a glimpse of what we came to see.
"So let me get this straight..."
Following one of the Seven, I snap some more shots on the way to the tower.
Parking the bike up front, I take a walk around...
...seems reasonable enough...do we really need to tell people that last one?
A bit cliche but there is something about this place...very moving. Very spiritual.
Helps to put things into scale.
The Little Nutbrown Hare shot. Can't forget that.
Before packing it in I go for the artsie shot.
Before leaving I watch the mushroom cloud from the nuclear test in the distance...
...stop in the little post office to mail another postcard...
...and check out the wanted posters as I've had it up to here with their activities.
Back on the road a small wooden cabin is spotted in the distance.
This might get interesting...
Turns out most of the repairs have been made.
A bullet riddled sign welcomes me to yet another state.
There are some theories that claim those shots were fired from the top of that knoll over there as opposed to the mainstream 'from a passing pickup truck' theory. We may never know...
An abandoned farm makes me wonder what happened to the family that lived there once. What drove them away from this beautiful area?
Pulling into Belle Fourche in search of the geographical center of the US Andrew had emailed a link to, I look for signs...
It's location not as well advertised as you might think I finally stop and see if someone can point me in the right direction. Between his being nearly deaf and my helmet and ear plugs we don't get very far. Nice old man, though. Cool dog. The eyes...
A quick fuel stop...ok, it was just a photo op.
Some old iron...
Somewhere around here has to be the actual center...
Unfortunately, it really isn't here...
...but today it's as good as it gets.
Obligatory shots out of the way...
...it's back on the road...
...with the quads. Pointed south, Spearfish is the destination. Rumor has it there's a KOA in the area.
Pulling up I see a sign in the window claiming to serve a BBQ rib dinner until 8. It's about 10 of. Dragging myself in to check in I ask about it. The lady behind the desk turns to call through the doorway behind her leading into the kitchen/dinning room. I'm in! After confirming I'm not keeping them from locking up and going home I tell them I'll be right back - just going to get rid of the bike at the site so I don't have to deal with it after dinner.
Mmmmmm...! Around the corner from the check-in area is a little store that sells beer! Hot showers, wi-fi, laundry, ribs and beer! After two days of dry camping it's heaven on earth! I woof down dinner while the campground lady helps me get connected on the net. Not sure what the issue is but she figgers it out.
After dinner I wander back to my site and set up camp in the dark. It's old hat by now so it's not a big deal. A hot shower, a few emails and it's off to bed. It's been a big day.
Outstanding RR, guys.
BTW - it was -13 this morning and has warmed all the way up to 2, so reading this is an excellent escape from this bone-chilling weather!
It's not cliche at all. Being there is the only thing that puts it into perspective. Words can't describe it. Pictures can't capture it.
During my visit, I got some pics of climbers on the wall. Tiny little specs against the giant rock face. Full zoom couldn't even capture them.
Keep the RR coming, it's damn cold here. What the heck happened to Don?
The geographical center of North America is in Rugby, North Dakota! You can just make it out in the Google Maps satellite shot. It's at a diner. I had lunch :dg