Day 25 Montana is big too !

I can't believe it. Chris Evert married Greg Norman. I just watched him the other day trying to become the oldest person to win the tournament he was in. Not sure, but I think it was the British Open. He finished tied for third.

Finally I can go 75 mph legally again. On some highways in Canada you can get up to 120 kph which equates to about 72 mph but other than major highways, the speed limits are generally under 62 mph. Boring!

So, I'm cruising along shortly after starting the day and I look down and Garmin (my most accurate speedometer) says I'm going 89! Whoa GS! You can't run that fast you might get a ticket.

Garmin quit talking to me today. That is a major problem too. I don't want to have to look down at the display and try to figure out where my next turn is. Fortunately, I was able to sort it out this evening. It was a blue tooth pairing problem. It's talking to me again.

Today as I was riding along in the boonies of Montana, a bug splatted me right directly in my vision area of my face shield. Up until now if one hit me, it was always a little to either side or the other and I just kept riding until the next gas stop and then cleaned it. With that big mess of bug guts in my line of sight, I just couldn't handle it so had to stop and clean it. While I was cleaning it this guy pulled up on a Yamaha Intruder (I think that's what he said it was anyway) and asked if everything was ok. I said sure, just cleaning the bugs. He then told me that he had stopped a while ago to work on the mount for his tachometer because it was coming loose and he said a bunch of Harley riders just roared right by him, not even waving or anything. I told him that was just a Harley thing. I told him I didn't care if they wave or not, I still wave at everyone. He said he does too.

I can't believe how much that motorcycle looked like a Sportster. He said it was a 1991 and it looked almost brand new. It was a V twin and it had what looked like the Sportster air cleaner even but it was on the opposite side. The color and the paint job also looked just like a Sportster paint job. The color was almost exactly the same color as my Fat Boy. If I had one of those, I'd move that air cleaner to the other side (the right side) and then I'd add a Harley horn on the left side and then drive down the road just like a Harley rider (but a Harley rider with a lot of extra money in my pocket).

While I was having what is fast becoming my daily Wendy's Frostie, I called Sharon on her cell phone. Where do you think she was? You guessed it. The golf course. She is going to be so good at that game by the time I get home, she won't be able to get her head through the door at home. I will have to challenge her to a play off.

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