Settling in for the night, but I wanted to update this before starting my daily snoring exercises. (Kenny is out, of course; fell asleep 22 seconds after his head hit the pillow).

Yesterday, we did the Badlands tour. The weather was perfect! Highway 385 out of Deadwood was twisty and fun. Next up was Highway 44. That was twisty, too, but not necessarily in a good way; the surface was twisty (as in buckled). Lost a filling or two.


But the Badlands were great; badlandishly great! Seemed like a different planet in some places! Lotsa Road Glides throughout the park.

Here's Kenny posing with a giant Badland penis (yes, Nature was happy to see him).

Wall Drug for lunch, where we met up with Troy 1, Troy 2, Wanda (there's only one like her), Ben, and a whole bunch of other fine RG forum folks. Ate some buffalo. Um, bison. We all passed on the mashed potato with gravy and roast beef sandwich meal. Come to think of it, though, our SW diets haven't been particularly healthy. Well, Bill does eat bananas. He balances that out with sugar. And Monster energy drinks. Like I said, our SW9 diets...

Today was the SW9 photo shoot; Main Street in Sturgis was closed off long enough to get some 150 Road Glides (and their owners) lined up. No one would probably think you can actually herd sharks, but it worked. 

Bill and Kenny then went on to the Devil's Tower tour. I had to fit in some work time, so I missed out on that fine ride. Bill tried to pretend that it was a horrible ride (claimed it was windy, or maybe rainy, or maybe cold, or maybe....) when they got back.


It didn't help me feel better; I knew the ride was actually great. 

Washed some rain and road goo off the scooters before heading out for dinner. Speaking of dinner (and our poor dietary choices), we figured that we should go to Deadwood for evening (um, night) grub. Settled on the Maverick steak house. Bill asked an employee if the food was good. The unbiased, discerning response was, "Yes". We then discovered that the Bonneville Salt Flats provided their custom seasoning for the Maverick steaks. Kenny and I won't get canker sores after beginning that meal. We actually sent our meals back, only to get stuff that was almost equally toxic. I am also convinced that our server's actual name is Waldo, not Alex; most of the time we asked ourselves "WHERE IS HE?" We left with the thankful awareness that Chris wasn't in our dinner party. THAT would have been ugly; our server, Alex, wouldn't have lived to see Wednesday. As I write this, I am not only still hungry, but Kenny and I need to drink 75 gallons of water to flush the sodium out of our bodies. 




Oh, and I continue to learn that you have to be aware when someone is wanting to take a group picture (Scott, get your damn ass over here!).





Tomorrow should be amazing. We will be heading out to Rushmore, Custer State Park, Crazy Horse (yes, that is also the nickname of Kenny's RG), and a trip on Needles highway (which is supposed to be phenomenal). A minor chance of rain is possible. Translation; we are gonna probably get wet. Can't wait.