Bow Tie Tour

After the long night of Elvis songs we slept in and left around 10:30. We retraced our way back to the Yellowstone entrance and entered the great park of Teddy’s choosing. The first 30 miles or so were “under construction” meaning, they were actually making the road as we rode on it. Gravel and pilot cars were the order of the day, it wasn’t too bad and it afforded a slow view of the scenery. Once out of the construction we kept viewing the scenery just at a slightly faster pace. I’ve been to Yellowstone twice before, but both times I was in a car, there is just something different about riding through on a motorcycle. You get a sort of communal atmosphere. You can feel the wind, smell the fresh pine and the temperature fluctuates with your elevation and nearness to water. Another community aspect to Yellowstone is the number of motorcycles on the road, with “Sturgis” being a state away every Harley and their grandmothers Harley was cruising through the park. It was one big happy motorcycle family with the few sport-bikes being the younger testosterone filled members of the family We traveled the “tourist” route to Old Faithful where we watched the geyser faithfully erupt yet again. It must be under a lot of pressure to keep on doing that After Old Faithful we headed north to Montana. While riding through Montana the weather started to play. Riding down in the sunlight the road small rain drops started to fall. I could see the malicious cloud they were coming from and coming from that angle and with my velocity and light mesh jacket the drops felt like small airsoft bullets striking my arms and legs. For the next several hours I played a game of tag with the rain clouds, I would outrun the one I was in only to ride right into another, it was fun and the alternation between sunlight and storm was quite interesting. As we neared Bozeman Montana the storm got really bad and the last 30 miles was all grin and bear it. Once in Bozeman we found the motorcycle dealer then a hotel, then we found sleep