Sidecar Mike Shares his Travels with Harley


I love sharing stories that fellow riders send to our Travels with Harley website. This one is very cool and was sent to us by Sidecar Mike.

Earlier this month I once again rode to the Black Hills for that big rally that Harley Davidson riders know all about.


The first two days of our journey were quite wet. We could have made good use of a couple of pairs of snorkel and fins while riding through eastern Idaho and western Wyoming, not to mention the Teton Mountain Range.


Our path took us through the middle of Wyoming, through the Rocky Mountains, over the Continental Divide, and through the Wind River Indian Reservation, home of the Cheyenne and Arapaho tribes.

In a tiny town called Fort Washakie there is an Indian burial ground where one can visit the gravesite of Sacajawea, the female Indian guide hired by Lewis & Clark to guide the expedition to the west.


There was a nasty storm approaching from the south, and we could actually hear the loud booms of thunder, but couldn’t see any lightning. Being on motorcycles, we thought it would be wise not to spend too much time standing on a hill, out in the open with a thunder storm moving in our direction. We mounted up and started heading east again and managed to stay out of the storm’s way.


I was traveling with a long-time friend and his wife, Kevin and Edith, who live in Northern California. This was Edith’s first long trip on a motorcycle. Kevin has ridden motorcycles for most of his life, but only as a means of commuting to and from work. This was also Kevin’s first time on a long trip. Both Kevin and Edith came up with very creative ways to describe the discomfort to their respective butts due to the long hours in the saddle, in fact, I don’t think they used the same adjectives twice on the whole trip.


We had a very nice time at the rally, and I ran into several people that I knew from the many motorcycle events that I have attended over the years. Kevin was awed by the fact that almost everywhere we went I ran into an acquaintance from some other part of the country. That’s one of the great things about taking long trips, everyone remembers who you are!