Leaving a family behind can be difficult. We’re very lucky because we have families all over the country who support The Outer Vibe! We have a wonderful network of people who give us a place to stay, or cook us a meal, or lend us a hand when we ask for help. The hard part is that, every time we get to visit with one of our families, there comes a time when we have to say goodbye. Leaving the Temples was not fun or easy! Scott went as far as to threaten us that the cops would stop us if we tried to get on the freeway. We weren’t entirely sure he was kidding.
It took over an hour and most of the guys in the group to get the bikes back into the trailer and strapped down for their long, bumpy journey home.
All lined up, waiting to go in the trailer
Keeping a crew of 11 people moving efficiently can be a challenge, but we did it. We considered leaving some valuable things behind at The Temple’s house so we’d have a reason to visit again soon. You know, something valuable like our equipment trailer with all our instruments. 🙂
Several of the crew members had never seen the Badlands, so we took the byway through them on the way home. We took advantage of the scenery to try for a band photo.
Scouting out a location
Stretching, and checking for shadows!
Nick, of course, felt right at home.
After spending some extra time in the Badlands, we had to haul to make up for lost time. We drove most of the way across South Dakota before stopping to buy some food to make for dinner. We hid the two trucks and two trailers, as inconspicuously as possible, in a gas station parking lot and fired up the grill.
Nick and Sean – the grill masters of the evening
Wonder decided the steak was so good, he didn’t even need a fork or knife to eat it.
Steak… nom
It was a lot of time to sit in the car. Our crew decided to be studious and read. Or text. Quite the change from the pic we took of them hanging their heads out the window on the way out West!
We stopped in Austin, Minnesota to sleep for a few hours during the night, chugged some coffee, and continued on.
Day 2 of driving consisted of a stop that is very special to us…
The first year we went to Sturgis, Lisa’s bike broke down on the way home somewhere along I-90 in Wisconsin. We pushed it to the nearest exit to wait for the chase toter/trailer, which was 2 hours behind us. We sat at a gas station, glumly waiting, and soon noticed a bright, happy light across the street – German Haus! A wonderful local German restaurant, owned and operated by a man named Rolf, who took pity on poor Lisa’s sorry piece of Kawasaki and gave us a free round of beer. It was a great way to kill time.
So, we stopped there for lunch and to say hi to Rolf!
So excited to visit German Haus!
After lunch, we totered the rest of the way home, only stopping once. We arrived home around 10:15 P.M. We were tempted to turn around and head back to South Dakota… but we’ll just have to plan another tour soon. Very soon.
White Lightning Motorcycle Club 