- Jan 18, 2001
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I just got back from a motorcycle trip through Wyoming. My In-Laws have a cycle club called the Dirty 1/2 Dozen. We do a big trip about every other year, and this year we started in Ft. Collins where my cousin in law lives.
Got to stop at walmart before we can begin....
then up to Riverton, and on to Cody
We stopped in this town (named after me for some reason) for water...
East through the big horn mountains...
There were 8 of us on this trip....
then on to the black hills...
Me at Mount Rushmore...
Some kid started puking over the edge of the observation deck down to where we were, but I was laughing too hard to get a pic of the people he almost hit....
This poor girl humored us so we took her pic...
Then back to Ft Collins....long haul that day!
All in all it was great ride. We traveled on some great roads and we ate well, drank very well, and managed to get home in more or less the same condition we started off in. Only real mishap was when my rear brakes went out and we had to spend 3 hours fixing them. Luckily, the Four Seasons Sports Center was nice enough to let us into their garage. We had to retool the master cyclinder and replace the pads. I think my Father-in-law was trying to KILL me.
Got to stop at walmart before we can begin....
then up to Riverton, and on to Cody
We stopped in this town (named after me for some reason) for water...
East through the big horn mountains...
There were 8 of us on this trip....
then on to the black hills...
Me at Mount Rushmore...
Some kid started puking over the edge of the observation deck down to where we were, but I was laughing too hard to get a pic of the people he almost hit....
This poor girl humored us so we took her pic...
Then back to Ft Collins....long haul that day!
All in all it was great ride. We traveled on some great roads and we ate well, drank very well, and managed to get home in more or less the same condition we started off in. Only real mishap was when my rear brakes went out and we had to spend 3 hours fixing them. Luckily, the Four Seasons Sports Center was nice enough to let us into their garage. We had to retool the master cyclinder and replace the pads. I think my Father-in-law was trying to KILL me.