Bud and I decided early this morning that we'd get out of town for a few days, a good move for our mental health. So by 11 a.m., we had said goodbye to Jamie and were on the road, motorcycles in tow -- with a round trip of about 1,600 miles ahead of us.
The national Harley Owners Group offers a contest each year that involves taking pictures of yourself, your motorcycle and an issue of the group's magazine at various locations. You receive points for cities and counties (the goal is to collect one of each to represent each letter of the alphabet), all 50 states, each Harley facility and a handful of other sites.
Bud's goal this year was 66 points, and we were down to the final six. He had planned this trip much earlier in the summer, when we thought we'd be able to ride it. But we had never found time.
On our itinerary: Iron County, Mo. (the only county that starts with 'I' in a several-state area!); Missouri; Kansas; Nebraska; Iowa; and the Harley plant in Kansas City.
We took a left at St. Louis and headed down to Iron County. We'd endured rain since entering Indiana hours earlier, but the downpour finally turned to a sprinkle just before we backed into a rarely used driveway and unloaded Bud's Wide Glide for the first photos. (We hauled my V-Rod along for the trip also, but we always take all of our contest photos with just his bike. Photos with two different bikes might not cause confusion, but why chance it?)
We loaded the bike back in the trailer and pointed ourselves toward Kansas City, encountering varying degrees of raininess along the way.
When we finally arrived at our hotel about 11 p.m. local time, we decided we weren't too tired to try our luck at a casino that was about a mile away. Fortunately, Bud fared better than I did, so part of our trip was financed by Harrah's. Hooray!
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