It’s day twelve in Pierre, South Dakota and I’ve rendezvoused with Dale for the last three days of my tour. We’ve booked rooms at the Governor’s Inn (whirlpool, indoor pool, and kick ass continental breakfast included) and are going over our route through um-teen miles of road construction and a few Indian reservations.
The days are passing, more or less, and I’d be lying if I said I wish I had another week to ride. This tour has kicked my ass. Maybe I’m only saying that because now, at 2246 Central time with my things scattered all over the hotel room floor and a 0600 reveille staring me in the face, I feel it has. But I’m sure in a week or two or three and perhaps even months down the road, I’ll feel better about this ordeal.
But for now, I’m hurtin’.ShareThis