The ride home was pretty eventful. First, we began by changing our route home to be more on the interstate or near civilization since we opted to buy a trailer to pull behind the motorcycle while in Sturgis. Since this was the first time pulling a trailer behind a motorcycle, we thought it would be safer to be near services in the event something happened.
The first day (day 15) was pretty uneventful other than my son calling me and telling me the misters in the chicken run had broken (we live in Central Texas, and our summers see triple digits daily for months with feel like temps about 10-20 degrees higher than the actual temp, so we kept a mister on for the chickens so they don’t succumb to the heat along with frozen water bottles). Anyway, I quickly placed an order on Amazon to be delivered overnight.
Day 16 and 17, were much more exciting (so to speak).
On Day 16, Jerry decided to detour off the highway to skip a toll booth (which I pre-planned for and had money for), just to have the GPS route us to the middle of nowhere, where after 30 miles or so, we come to a place where we have to make a decision. We either have to turn back and go back the 30 miles we came go back on the highway and go through the toll booth and then travel 30 miles back to where we are now (they had the entrances to the highway blocked off due to construction) OR travel down a dirt/gravel road, for who knows how long, to reach our hotel that is 15 miles away.
We chose adventure…..
12.5 miles of gravel road before it turned back into pavement. It was a nice ride for me, not for him. His butthole was up in his throat for most of it. I found it kind of relaxing LMAO!
Day 17 started out with rain, then more rain, and a whole lot of rain. The rain lasted through the entire state of Oklahoma.
Once we hit the Texas border the rain stopped and a we were met with a horrible blast of hot air. We seemed to have pass through an invisible wall.
We stopped at Waffle House for lunch before continuing on, where we got run off the road by an 18-wheeler (who was passing us, so he definitely saw us and decided that making his exit was more important than our lives). Thankfully, my husband’s riding skills are top-notch.
And because that wasn’t enough excitement for one day, we hit stopped traffic in Fort Worth that lasted about 30 minutes, so we got to bake in the triple-digit sun of Texas. The rest of the three-hour ride home was sweltering. We stopped a couple of times to go inside places to get a drink and cool off.
We were glad to be home!
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