Passing through Basin about an hour ago the old silver Beemer and I celebrated our milliversary: one thousand miles together. Basin was deserted so no one caught the celebratory, slightly wheezy horn honks that marked the occasion. ("install horn relay" added to list)
I thought of sharing the tidings with the state trooper who pulled me over a few miles later but we got so busy talking hockey (he's not impressed with the Canucks either) that I forgot to tell him and he forgot to write me up for riding with my headlight off. It was a fair trade.
In Cody now for gas, coffee and free WiFi before tackling the Chief Joseph Highway and towering Beartooth Pass.
