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Ok... since it's kinda hard to take picutres with a digital camera when you're riding down the road at 70 mph (113 kph) in a pouring rainstorm, you'll have to imagine the trip yourself. To truely experience what the ride was like, you should get soaked in ice water, then stand in a wind tunnel while they blow cold air at high velocity on you, add water droplets that slam into your face like small rocks, and toss in a hand full of sand from time to time to abrade away what's left of your skin. It was just that pleasant. Of the 1,000 some-odd bikes that started at the dealer, fewer than half of them actually ended up at the destination (yes... the weather was that bad!). Neither my bro-in-law or Sue made it to the destination (Sue went to a resturant to wait out the weather, and Trevor went home to get into sweats and drink hot chocolate). Dan and I apparently were lacking in the common sense division and kept going. Of course... it stopped raining right when we entered Harrison, Idaho (our destination) so at least we got to enjoy that part (as much as you can enjoy something while covered from head to toe in soaked leather while freezing your ass off). For those of us stupid enough to continue the trip, here's what we saw: They've got a band in the gazebo, Vertigo Bliss (and believe me, these boys are good!). People wandering around in the park waiting for the food to start. How many dead cows can you see in this picture? Looking down the main street of Harrison, Idaho... a two mule, olive pit of a town. and looking up the street too. < page 3 page 5>