I don't get out much (special needs daughter at home, long story). So when I was allowed to go to the BMWMOA NAt'l in Gillette Wyoming, I got my chance to actually do a ride report. Unfortunately, my riding buddy hates stopping, so it wasn't always easy to take pictures.
I live in Wisconsin, and I left my house in Waukesha Tuesday, to get to my buddies house 32 miles west in Jefferson. We were leaving early, we had a reservation in Winner, SD.
Wednesday, we took slab (I-94) to Madison. On the way, I saw a white van that said Transportation for tat and non-tat employees. I wondered what that was all about. We passed the van as we neared Madison, and I realized some wiseguy had removed the letters on one side. It was for state and non-state employees. We then took Hwy 18 across the state, exiting Wisconsin via Prairie Du Chien. In Iowa, we then took Hwy 76 up to 9 and took that all across Iowa. At some point, we cut up to Hwy 44 in SD. Then we ended up on Hwy 18. We took that to Winner, arriving at 8:00 Central time. I didn't have much time to take pictures because we were hauling butt to have an easy day the next day. This is what it looked like at some point in Iowa almost all the way to Winner.
The Missouri River is nice, but we were making time because of a detour on Hwy 44 by the river so no real shots. We had a smooth ride, but it was not uneventful.
Somewhere in Iowa, a rock busted my headlight lens screen.
Also, about 22 miles from Winner, a bee stung my buddy on the forehead, right between the eyes. Nothing but a day of emptying gas tanks on 2 lane (except for that damn short stretch of freeway)
We ate at Gas stations (snacks) and at 1:00 we stopped in a Grocery Store parking lot where they were selling Brats and had a brat and a Woo Hoo(?)
Needless to say, by that time, we were hungry. We made the hotel, found out the VFW was the best place to eat, and they close at 9. I had to call my wife and let her know we were safe. We made it there by 8:30 and had a steak dinner and salad bar.
I lay in bed at the Buffalo Trails Motel, and thought about the 670 miles we did that day. I thought about how the seams on my underwear dug grooves that felt like they were an inch deep in my legs. The motel was exactly what you might expect, and I leave you with this parting shot, the last thing I saw before I slept. This reflects the general state of our hotel room. You have all been in one like this somewhere. However, the A/C worked, and we had the Weather Channel, life was good.