I just rolled in this afternoon from my four day ride home to Atlanta. My worst experience of this rally was when I ran over my prescription bifocals 45 miles from Gillette on Wednesday afternoon.
All in all a nice time. Too windy for me, but I expected it. The vendor food seemed to get better as the days progressed. Maybe I just got hungrier!
My favorite line spoken at the rally: "A non-denominational religious service will be held tomorrow morning in the saloon."
Now I gotta go nurse my sore butt, from riding 3,900 + miles on a F650GS. (Paul and Voni. Don't say it!)