Day 5 - Are we there yet?

Rode: 605 miles
By Jim

Yes, 605 miles, on two wheels, in a single day. It’s a record for PG, Dennis, and me, but not for Robb, who’s done more than 700 in a day. The young Robb cuts a dashing figure on his new Road Glide, which is usually dialed in at about 80 on cruise control. The bike is black, its twin headlamps housed in huge nostrils reminiscent of a bull on some old Popeye cartoon. The look is definitely Lord Vader, so I’ve decided to call him Robb “Darth” from now on.

PG is now George “Electraglide in Blue” Brantley—and if you remember that movie, you’re OLD. Then there’s Dennis “Barcalounger” Suppe, who has inflatable bladders in his seat that are more valuable than the one in my body. And me? I’m definitely Herbie, whose BMW cruiser is a no-cruise-control Love Bug, trying desperately to keep up with the big boys.

Oh, you’re waiting for a description of the ride? Well, we rode, gassed up, rode, gassed up, got lunch, rode, gassed up…you get the picture. Let’s just say that when I saw the sign to “Butte” Montana, I wondered who had added the “e.”