It has been quite a journey. I left out for The Iowa Grand Rally in Newton, Iowa on the 21st of July. I met up with Jay Allen a few days before the Rally so we could finalize some of the details. I did truly enjoy working with The Jay Allen Road Show and all the great people at the Iowa Speedway. We had a ball and the commitments have been made for the 2nd Annual Iowa Grand Rally. 31may- 02june 2013.
My plan had been to see some friends in Iowa and Nebraska before Sturgis but as usual, plans change. Next thing I know I'm driving a tour bus with my chopper on a trailer.. It's amazing what can happen if you are willing to go with the flow.. I pulled into Sturgis a little before sundown, a week before the actual Rally was to begin. The first thing that I noticed was this. There is no Broken Spoke Saloon on the corner of Lazelle. It struck me hard. I was saddened to see the end of an era. I have had many a good times in that bar and over the years it had become the gathering place of some great people.. As the sun set that day, I pulled into what would be my new home for two weeks.. The Thunderdome.
We worked hard for four days trying to get everything just right.. A circular saw and drill driver kept me busy for a couple of days. Building signs and working on the bars, We were hoping for a stellar Rally. Many people came out to see what was going on but the crowds were just not there.. I made my rounds to all the bars and venues and I must say.. The whole rally was down in attendance. Once again, a rally has grown to the point that there is no "central Point". There were small crowds everywhere but there were no big crowds anywhere. I've seen the same thing happen in Daytona and Laconia.. As these rally's age they become decentralized. Good or bad,,, Thats the way things go.
That afternoon I had had all of Sturgis I could handle. My next destination was Wendover, Ut. for Speed week. I had a few extra days before I was due to meet a film crew so I decided to go to Cheyenne and see what was wrong with my chopper.. Low compression became the diagnosis and the decision to run it out was made.. By chance, a friend of mine named Denver Jesus was out riding around and we got together in Leramie. We had some great times together but we cant discuss those things for a few years. We kept pushing on towards the salt flats and at mile marker 79, my motor finally took a shit.
I spent the day at the Harley museum and had a great time. Milwaukee bike week had just started and there were lots of things going on. Harley had there 2013 models on display and AMD had a bike builder show on the grounds as well. Good times were had by all but it was time for me to roll. After a look at the weather and a phone call, I was headed to Detroit for a baseball game. Some dear friends had invited me out for a night in Detroit.. We did it all and had a great time. The only thing we missed was a homicide. I think if we had given them two homeless guys a little more room there might have been a killin.. I think Detroit gets a bad wrap from the media.. It's not as bad a place as they make it out to be. We had a great time.. Ball game. fireworks. Dinner. drinks. even took a tour of the city on the people mover. (elevated subway). Thanks for the great times, Trish and Evan.
29 state line crossings, 7th and 8th trip across the Continental divide this year and around 7400miles in about 5 weeks. Hotels and couches. I even saw a weedeater powered sex toy in a Wyoming bar. It has been a hell of a journey. I've met some amazing people and spent some time with some old friends... I think I even made my haters hate me that much more.. It's always a good day when I'm on the road..