OK, so where were we? I had an itch that was not quite scratched, so I decided to go finish my ride to the Beartooth - I just had to get it out of my system. I left for Billings, MT at 7 in the morning. It was raining cats and dogs. I knew it would because the night before on the news it showed how Calgary, AB was experiencing severe floods and the tail end of the storm system was coming my way. But you're not a real biker if you don't ride in the rain and i figured I will outride the storm system. I was wrong....
My planned route - 3000km there and back
with Beartooth Highway my actual reason for going
Between home and the US/Canada border
It must have been be tough living in that farm house. Not a tree for miles..... How did they stay warm in the winter with no firewood?
Can you imagine how people make fun of you if you were born in this town
I cross the border with no problems this time. No questions and no "document" needed. Happy days!!
Northern Montana. I would not mind having a farm here...
These pictures does not do the storm I am about to enter justice
I have only really been scared of dying twice in my life. Once when I thought I could walk 2 miles in the Abu Dhabi desert @ 48 Celcius because I did not want to wait for my co-worker to come pick me up, and the second time was on this day on the road between the towns of Malta and Roundup. I have never experienced wind and rain like this. I pulled over next to the road because the wind was blowing me in to oncoming traffic. I park the bike on the side stand and put it in gear. 2 minutes later the wind blows it off the side stand and it falls on its right side. The lightning and thunder is all around me and the almost golfball size hail is pounding my helmet and bike. I debate leaving the bike on its side, but was worried that oil will flow in to places where it is not supposed to. I get the bike up and try and point the nose in to the wind, but now the front wheel is in the road. I keep an eye out for approaching vehicles but fortunately nothing comes. Lightning is cracking around me but there is nothing I can do. I wait it out and hope for the best. After 30 min it eases up a bit and i decide to carry on. The road turns and I move out from under the storm. I pull in to the town of Roundup with my fuel gauge flashing - I only did 157 miles since my last fill, but I had a fierce headwind for most of the way.
Roundup
I sleep in Billings that night and wake up the next morning to some more rain. It clears up when I approach Red Lodge - the start of the Beartooth Highway