Woke to a loud wind-like sound hovering over me. Confused and curious, I pulled off the sleeping bag off my face and this is what I saw. Sweet way to wake up! After a cup of coffee in me and even more oil in the bike and it was time to leave. Definitely want to return to Cody some day.
Well first, getting there without getting pulled over would be a start. With Rancid pumping angry tunes into my earphones, a truck towing a trailer doing 80mph just wasn't possibly going fast enough for The Big D. Downshifted fast to the chorus, rolled the throttle back like Evel in Snake Canyon, and off I was passing this guy like a dull kidney stone. Midway through, the glimmer of sunshine off the Highway patrol in the center grass caught me. Well golly! Having experience with this, I stayed with the truck, not slowing down or speeding up, just keeping the radar gun hitting me and the truck. Why? Can't prove who it was in court. Immediately the officer came my way, so before he hit the lights I pulled off and he quickly approached. He first told me that he was going to give me a warning(because he didn't get just me in the radar). After asking me the basics, he asked me to have a seat in his car with him. Huh? Oh no, I must really be screwed. I've never been asked this before during a traffic stop. So I walked over to have a seat in the back and opened the door, only to be greeted by man- eating K-9. HOLY CRAP DUDE!!!! "SHUT THE DOOR!!!" the officer screamed! I slam the door faster than I could comprehend. "IN THE FRONT!" he yelled back. What's going on?!?!?!?! Turns out, it's common practice in South Dakoda to sit up front with the cop while he talks to you. In LA, that means you're spending the night in county. We clarified our differences, and he let me be on my way after expressing gratitude that his dog didn't take my hand off. Nervous from being pulled over and from almost losing a limp, I took it a bit slower to Sturgis.
Here we go! Or not?