Day 2 to Sturgis: Rested, I think
August 01, 2008
We came into St. Louis after midnight last night, deciding that we were gonna drive just west of the city and stop for the night. If you are driving this, take note, there is a lot of interstate construction in St. Louis .... we took a bad exit and ended up losing some time, but we soon found our way to I-70.
We spent the night at the Holiday Inn Express in Warrenton, Missouri. We checked in shortly after 1:15 a.m. and got the last room, Number 201. There is a reason the room is rented last. We are right above the motor (?) for the elevator. From 5:30 on there is a constant drone of gears grinding and mechanical humming that is, well, enough to wake you. We wanted an early start anyway.
The bike fell over again and the husband decided, with the assistance of Richard and Willem, to shift the bikes. That is, put my little 300-pound scooter on the side that keeps breaking and moving the husband’s 700-pound or so bike over to the side it is usually fastened on. Do not ask me why we broke tradition on this trip and put them where they have never been. That would be a male decision.
And the guys are doing this shifting now.
Another small problem. When we went to lock the trailer last night, the key was broken. We figured it happened when we open the back gate, to set Mark’s Harley upright, and the key was hanging in the other lock when the big door was closed back and it broke THAT key. We can still lock it and gain access from the big door to the back but the husband doesn’t like that idea. He wants his key, dang it, and he wants it now. My personality says, what the heck. It’s a key! Big deal! But NO…
Here’s where I revert to the trusty 650-page Sturgis Bike Week guide. It’s not really 650 pages; it just seems lie it. There’s advice a plenty in there and I found one particularly telling from a 29-year-old rider. She wrote: “If you are traveling with a man, keep your mouth shut until you get to Sturgis.”
I am trying. Lord knows I am trying.
Sturgis: 900 miles.
