The destination is not nearly as important as the process of getting there, or the friends one makes, or the experience of local cultures and foodways, or the way one is changed by the distance between where you started and where you end up. — Anthony Bourdain, “Even the Jungle Wanted Him Dead,” Lucky Peach, Issue 7, Spring 2013
Lance Armstrong was the surprise guest drummer for Lance Herbstrong last night at Belly Up Aspen! Sweet.

Lance Armstrong was the surprise guest drummer for Lance Herbstrong last night at Belly Up Aspen! Sweet.

I’ll bet it takes a couple days to get that moving highway out of your head….

Mom

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[Mount Rushmore, Keystone, South Dakota, August 9, 2013]

GPOYW: A gift from Freddy and Craig, my campsite neighbors in Sturgis—and the second set of Aussie bikers touring America that I met in fewer than 24 hours. “The best way to see America,” they said. I concur.
(I only drank a third of those beers. Sorry, Mom.)

[Glencoe Campground, Sturgis, South Dakota, August 9, 2013]

GPOYW: A gift from Freddy and Craig, my campsite neighbors in Sturgis—and the second set of Aussie bikers touring America that I met in fewer than 24 hours. “The best way to see America,” they said. I concur.

(I only drank a third of those beers. Sorry, Mom.)

[Glencoe Campground, Sturgis, South Dakota, August 9, 2013]

So…I made it home in one day, and I have this exhausted thumbs-up final mileage photo to prove it!
Today I rode 639 miles—an all-time personal high—over approximately 13 hours of travel time, including many stops (my gas tank can only take me 110-150 miles, depending on how fast I’m cranking it), from Sturgis, South Dakota, to Aspen, Colorado. And, oh, what a ride it was! I’ll write about it tomorrow, because, needless to say, but ima say it: I am whipped.
GRAND TOTAL: 1,853.8 MILES in 6 DAYS. Step up from last rally, no?

So…I made it home in one day, and I have this exhausted thumbs-up final mileage photo to prove it!

Today I rode 639 miles—an all-time personal high—over approximately 13 hours of travel time, including many stops (my gas tank can only take me 110-150 miles, depending on how fast I’m cranking it), from Sturgis, South Dakota, to Aspen, Colorado. And, oh, what a ride it was! I’ll write about it tomorrow, because, needless to say, but ima say it: I am whipped.

GRAND TOTAL: 1,853.8 MILES in 6 DAYS. Step up from last rally, no?

Another year, another rally patch!

Another year, another rally patch!

Last night I decided to attempt another first today: to ride this baby all the way home to Aspen in one shot—approximately an 11-hour journey according to the route I’ve mapped.
Hanging out in Sturgis on the final Sunday of the week-long rally can only be described as staying too long past last call at a bar: the lights have come on, the staff is cleaning up the mess, and a few people are stumbling around in a confused state. It’s one pathetic scene.
I’m outta here!

[Sturgis, South Dakota, August 9, 2013]

Last night I decided to attempt another first today: to ride this baby all the way home to Aspen in one shot—approximately an 11-hour journey according to the route I’ve mapped.

Hanging out in Sturgis on the final Sunday of the week-long rally can only be described as staying too long past last call at a bar: the lights have come on, the staff is cleaning up the mess, and a few people are stumbling around in a confused state. It’s one pathetic scene.

I’m outta here!

[Sturgis, South Dakota, August 9, 2013]

I wonder: if I made a wooden sign, could I stick it on this empty spot? 
(*Yes, it took me an extra 121 miles from door to door. I take the scenic route.)

I wonder: if I made a wooden sign, could I stick it on this empty spot?

(*Yes, it took me an extra 121 miles from door to door. I take the scenic route.)

With just 2% battery life and inside my tent in the midst of an epic storm, I posted to the wrong blog! Argh. Here is was, from Friday at 8pm:


amandarae
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INSANE thunderstorm, happening now. First it poured. Then the sun came out, but the wind is still wild. And a guy is hammering my tent stakes back into the ground.

And they say South Dakota is a food desert…ha!
Needless to say, I haven’t had many meals IN Sturgis.

[Sturgis, South Dakota, August 10, 2013]

And they say South Dakota is a food desert…ha!

Needless to say, I haven’t had many meals IN Sturgis.

[Sturgis, South Dakota, August 10, 2013]