He continues......
I left Mount Rushmore and continued on the glorious backroads that make up the black hills.
I met a guy at a gas station and he gave me a few recommends for roads west of Denver Colorado in the Rockies. I marked them on a map I bought and planned on sniffing them out when I got there.
I always planned on going to Colorado but Denver seemed a bit "big city" for me so looking at the map I opted for Boulder.
I decided to get to the rockies as fast as possible so planned on taking the interstates through Wyoming to get there.
Ipod in and dialed the throttle in to about a very comfy 85mph. Very few cops on the interstates but the temperature was starting to rise now. Belstaff open and just held together by the belt.
I passed a young lad on a Harley, shorts on, no top and no lid. Had his misses clinging to the back. I thought quickly back to my off in Montana and how I would have faired if I was similarly attired
The speedo was showing 90 most of the way down and no doubt this will account for the terrible tank ranges I got. 165 and 175.
I was starting to get really thirsty and pulled off at one of the slip road without really looking where it went ( big mistake)
I came down the slip and found myself facing a huge military base with ballistic missiles on display. There was no other route to take as the road took me straight to the main gate of the base.
I stopped at the barrier and a young stern faced man came out and asked me what my business at the base was.
When I explained that I had made an error and just wanted to fill my camelback up he got quite shirty with me and said I should have paid more attention to the sign that said "base only".
After making my apologies in my best Hugh Grant stuttering drawl I asked if I could fill up with water.
He looked at my dry lips and sunburnt brow and said "NO". Cock.
I turned round and stopped just short of the slip road to get back on the interstate and managed to snap a quick picture. I looked in my mirror to see my new friend hot footing over towards me to no doubt accuse me of planning some terrorist atrocity. Not having a deal of patience left and in no mood to have a security debate with the cock. I threw the camera in my pocket and twisted the wrist to make my way at great speed away from him.
Half expecting tracer rounds to come wizzing past my lid I kept my head down and wound the throttle in for 3 figures