Road home from Sturgis

Heavy rain last night in Rapid City.  No cover for Talon.  Wondered if he would start this morning.  Fired on the first hit of the switch.  Strange weather now a days.

Back on the open road.  Rainy day.  Thump of the motor.  Rain splatters on my goggles.  Feels good.

Black Hills.  How different the landscape looks traveling in the opposite direction.  Didn't look this way in the rear view mirrors last week.  Need to be always looking forward...not behind.

Rain...sun...rain...sun...must have put on and taken off my rain gear a dozen times today.

 Crossing into Nebraska blue sky on the horizon.

Stopped to make a picture.  Shifter linkage had vibrated loose.  Ten minutes with a wrench back on the road.  Sure happy the sun was shining.  Good day to be on the road.

live free, ride free, Carlan

Sturgis 2014 74th Annual Motorcycle Rally

Thousands of motorcycle riders from around the world.

All styles and colors.

Mild to wild.

Sewing patches on jackets and vests.

Walking history book.

Body paint.

Lookin' for love in all the wrong places.

Ink on cheeks.

Every shirt carries a personal expression.

Keepin' the faith.

Help when you need it.

Personal expression is what it's all about.

Art on the streets.

 

"Willie G" Davidson...driving force of design for the Motor Company.

Willie G and I both attended Art Center...what a better way to connect...signed my camera bag!

What is that crowd gathering for?

Burn out!!!

 Keepin' the Peace

live free, ride free, Carlan

 

Wall of Death Sturgis

Streets in Sturgis are filled with the rumble of 1000's of Harleys.

The classis motor drome "Wall of Death".

America's motorcycle thrill show from the 30's.

Riding a 1932 Indian motorcycle the rider defies gravity up on the wall.

Traditional motorcycle entertainment at it's best...only at Sturgis.

Live free, ride free,  Carlan

From the Sand Hills to the Black Hills into Sturgis.

Across Colorado into Nebraska the road travels as far as the eye can see.

 A spring season of rain has filled the sand hills with tall grasses waving in the wind.

Up over a rise in the road the Black Hills become a part of the landscape ahead.

Around a sweeping curve the ridge is lined with buffalo.

A quiet moment in the Black Hills spiritual home of the Lakota.

Ride safe, Carlan