We were slow starting out, and on our first day, a thunderstorm kept us from more than 250 miles.

I didn't know our peril--I was perfectly willing to ride into it. "No," said Pam, "every year one or two riders get struck by lightning on the way to Sturgis." "Really?" "Really! And out here surrounded by corn, we are the tallest things out here." "Okay, then we don't have to worry until we see lightning strikes." "Fine." 5 minutes later, air to earth lightning was striking all over the place in the dark and stormy distance. Some rough calculations and confirmation by a local indicated that the storm was between us and decent shelter. Our helpful local guy gave us directions 10 miles back to a bed & breakfast. "Haul azz, Pam" said I, and she did. It was kind of fun to have an excuse, really. Why there was a B&B out in the middle of the corn, I have no idea, but it wasn't likely to be full, was it? Wrong. I went in to check; sewing machines and piles of fabric were everywhere. "Oh, you give sewing lessons!" I exclaimed, thinking it probably supplemented a B&B out in a cornfield. "No, a quilting circle has rented me out for the week," she said. She called another nearby B&B: also full. I could see her mentally figuring out if she could fit us in somewhere, but I told her it was okay. Then she mentioned a Super 8 thirteen miles south, in Paris. We hauled azz down there, and there was plenty of room, and, by the smell of the lobby, plenty of disinfectant. Stinky, but we aired out our room, took showers and were happy.
The next day we ripped down US-36. My speedo read 92-95 mph most of the time. Figuring 6% inaccurate, it was probably about 85-89 mph. That will be important later, but for now, it just meant we made excellent time. Our second day was a little over 500 miles, and we ended up in Marysville, Kansas. US-36 is a beautiful ride, where the prairie rolls, tumbles, and sweeps through gullies and curves. Not a cop in sight the whole way to Keystone.

The sky threatened us again at Hannibal, MO, but I managed to snap this quick shot of Pam just before we crossed Ol' Miss and hunkered down in a really nice bookstore/cafe. We could have eaten the entire menu, but we refrained. (It was all homemade, even the vegetable soup.) The sky opened up while we ate, but we ended up riding through the downpour for a good hour, anyway. Couldn't let that raingear go unused.
View from our motel in Marysville, KS:
The morning sun on the third day, when we realized we would have to ride hard, early, and often to get to Colorado that night.
Getting ready to ride: breakfast!
A couple more prairie shots:

<--This + gas station = town.
After I saw Gryndel & Blossom together, I could see why Pam called Blossom "Little Red."
We rolled into Keystone about 5:30 CO time. Pam was damned tired, but I was exhausted. I'm sure that contributed to my altitude sickness. I felt a little bit better each day, though. I stayed off bikes all day on Wednesday, so I went to seminars. They were okay. Thursday, I started demo rides. NOW we're talking FUN!!
Met up with Follow, CCRyder, and Blues on Wednesday:
Here's the whole motley crew at the condo:
