Well after riding about 20ish miles up the Dalton highway it was clear that I should half listened to all to signs telling me to leave the north and head south. It felt like wet wooden railroad tracks as I crused at a low 35ish mph... I was just sliding all over the place... I could have made it, VERY slowly, but said the hell with it, goodbye north, and hey south get ready for me... so yeah off to Sturgis I will leave riding iron butt style in the morning... See the the out of order photos withcomments for a ffew more up coming tid-bits.......
|Changing my oil behind the stealership...|
|This was leaving my camp which was next the the brewery... an awesome place to randomly end up....|
|Up changin the rubber.... (for the first time)|
|Pickin up my new over priced tire that I could not find elseware... granted they do run allot of miles at least. OF course I had to do burn outs all the way to where I was getting it changed... 50ish miles away :)|
|Choose your side.... the side of soft shoulder death or the side with big rigs flying around the corner.... Shall I go on with 400 more miles of it?|
|Yeah these photos are way out of order.... this just a random "something" on the side of the road|
|Look closely and you'll see how slippery this road was... Going just about 35 I was trying to keep it|
straight but you can see the tracks of how washy it was.... At this point I said to Franky that it was time to turn around...