330 miles, getting passed by a million Harleys on I-90 to Sturgis, SD. Yep, it’s bike week.
Epic waterfalls of gratitude to Brian Klocks, whom I met at Wing Ding in Madison, WI, for watching out for the lone scooter that happened to zigzag its way across his path. Thank you! I’ve met so many great people, what a fantastic community.
I felt fancy shmancy changing my oil on a raised stand (so much nicer) and I had some help removing the bug juice mess on the front. It was starting to get sticky from insect carnage. De-bugging my helmet visor has become a morning ritual these past few days.