It was August 2018. I'd purchased an Indian Roadmaster in Indianapolis. Jared offered to escort me home. We paused for a picture in front of his house on Brady Lane in Noblesville indiana and off we went.
We saw the famous Iowa-80 Truck Stop that night where we grabbed rooms and some dinner. Couple days later after some great scenery (not counting Sioux City - he hated that place after a hospitalization there a few years before, but that's another story). We slept in Wall, saw the Badlands and headed west on I-90. A few dozen miles from Rapid City, the skies started looking more than a little threatening.
We checked the radar which you can see include magenta segments, those are unrideable and we hid in a rest stop whicle taking pictures of the storm's approach.
It hit in full force. The concrete block walls were iffy at best, we thought the whole place would be reduced to rubble. As we waited for the grand finale Jared says, "riding with you is never boring."
We survived. Told stories with other bikers who'd found their way in and were hunkered down in other
locations. Then, when it was merely pouring rain, we felt that it might be as good as it was gonna get and we rolled in to Rapid City. By then skies were clear, and Jared and I headed to Deadwood for the night.
I remember you telling me all about this Alph! Amazing to see the pics and video tho!