Sherm, Sandy and Lanny discussing the day's plans
Other groups rode out until there was just Sherm, Lanny, Sandy and I left. We were waiting for Jamey T (Rocky) to get here after taking care of some morning work responsibilities. He hadn't arrived by 9:00 so we saddled up and rode up the hill to Lead, where we met Rocky going the other way. He turned around and decided to go with us. We rode down 385 from Lead, one of my favourite short stretches, and found they were repaving and we had to wait for the flag person to let us through.
Waiting on 385 out of Lead
Heading out of Deadwood on 385, we stopped for fuel and then met another repaving crew. Rocky says they are trying to get all the roadwork done before bike week next month. Eventually, the pilot car showed up and then led us through the construction zone.
The second construction zone
Lots of asphalt
Once we got past the active work area, we rode many miles on scarified (grooved) pavement. We were in a line of vehicles, bikes and cars, that were travelling fairly slowly. Interestingly, there was hail from a recent storm alongside the road. By Hill City, we had passed all the slow traffic.
Hail residue
Flag on a rock
Nice to know they are concerned about us - grooved pavement
We stopped for a pit stop in Hill City. The temperature was rising fast.
Sherm had a moment so he cleaned the Harley some more
Rocky in Hill City - or is it Carl Edwards?
From Hill City, we took the back road towards Keystone that parallels the railway tracks. We saw this road last time when we took the train ride and I had put riding it on my bucket list. It was a nice stretch that wound through some valleys and over hills. The only drawback was quite a few level rail crossings, same at awkward angles. Still, it was well worth the ride. Eventually, we reached Keystone where the train was in the station.
Last time, we were on the train
We stopped here for lunch. There were three restaurants where we parked. Sandy wasn't into Mexican food so we tried a place called the Tackle Box. The food was good, although none of us tried any of the many fish offerings.
Keystone South Dakota
The Tackle Box
Sherm, Sandy and dead presidents
Rushmore as seen through a tunnel
From the top, I led back down through the switchbacks and eventually took a right on the little used Playhouse Road. I discovered a few years ago that this can get us into the Needles Highway portion of Custer State Park without paying the entry fee.
Iron Mountain Road going down
Switchback warning
Switcback
Many one lane tunnels
We turned right on the Needles Highway and started up yet another winding grade. We even had a car pull over for us (several did this today) and all was going well until we caught a bus. My temperature gauge, climbing a steep grade at 15 MPH on a hot day, climbed all the way up to the red but, based on my talk with Wonka a few years ago, I ignored it.
A bad situation on the Needles Highway
The Black Hills
Eventually, Lanny passed us, two cars and the bus. I wish I had a video camera. Soon he pulled off but so did the bus and we followed. The bus, with a very hippy looking driver, disgorged a horde of touristy types who were quite friendly.
Bus people
The bus driver in the hat
The Needles off in the distance
Sandy photographing the bus driver
We got rolling before the bus people got organized and I led, trying to get as much air through the rad a possible. That ended when we caught some more slow moving cars, but the gauge was just getting into the red again when we reached the tunnel and parking area at the top. The tunnel is 8' 4" wide and it is always fun watching buses and RV's go through.
There were lots of folks in the lot and a couple were free climbing. It looked like fun. NOT!
Needles freeclimber
Closeup
The girl climbing was more interesting
A needle
While at the Needles, Lanny gave me a lesson on using the camera zoom to foreshorten pictures under certain circumstances. He used some family's camera after they asked us to take their picture.
Lanny led on down the mountain and back north through Hill City to SR 44. We cut east and turned north at Johnson Siding on Norris Peak Road. This isn't on any of the maps that I have seen so there was no traffic. But it was good. Very good. Norris Peak ran into Nemo Road, which we followed north the 385. Right in the middle of the paving work. The young flag lady told us we had at least a fifteen minute wait for the northbound pilot car so we got off and spent some time chatting with her. She came from a motorcycleing family but her father hated Harley Davidson's. And Budweiser.
Laughing it up with the flag girl
Almost time to go
Finally, the pilot car came by followed by a long line of vehicles. We fell in line behind them and rode to the end of the work zone. Soon after, we started up the long grade with a passing lane and gott around much of the traffic. Then we descended to Deadwood and worked our way through town to the Gold Country Inn.
Home again
After visiting for a while, we decided it was time to walk to supper. Eleven of us set out and made an early selection at BB Cody's, home of the stuffed buffalo. Sandy had beef tips while I had a rib eye and shrimp special. The food was good but I ate too much.
Checking the menu
Susan, Badger, Sandy, Mac Guy, Rocky, Lanny, Penmaker, Sherm and Zeke
Trouble, who was blocked by Lanny
Prototype of new green vehicle
The parking lot was full of happy VROCers doing what we do best. Standing around, talking and having a few libations. I managed to get a picture of a deer feeding high above us in front of a house that probably shouldn't be there.
The house
The deer
Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, "Don't do it!" He said, "Nobody loves me." I said, "God loves you. Do you believe in God?"
He said, "Yes." I said, "Are you a Christian or a Jew?" He said, "A Christian." I said, "Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?" He said, "Protestant." I said, "Me, too! What franchise?" He said, "Baptist." I said, "Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?" He said, "Northern Baptist." I said, "Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?"
He said, "Northern Conservative Baptist." I said, "Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?" He said, "Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region." I said, "Me, too!"
Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?" He said, "Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912." I said, "Die, heretic!" And I pushed him over.
Mal ordered pizza and shared. I don't know why I took a piece after the huge supper I had, but I did. The campaign to rename Jamey T to Rocky is proceeding although it may prove to be a hostile transition.
We finally turned in a little after 11:00 PM after a very good day.
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