him to the local hospital, radioing ahead that they had picked up a 60-year-old motorcyclist. The organ transplant team met them upon arrival at the hospital. I guess you could call that their mistake. Al wore the right gear. He was well protected, and he wanted me to think about safety as he did. After the rally we quickly spread out.
Early on I saw other Beemers at stops along the way. My trip west was pretty well set. First was Beartooth. What fun! At the top it was a bit chilly, even with all my layers. The miles passed, but I felt a nagging
loneliness. My wife Cindy was seeing none of what was sweeping past me. I wanted her with me to witness this beauty. One of the reasons I hopscotched around the country, rarely stopping at special places, was know- ing that at some point she and I would travel together and we could give these wonderful places the time they deserved. Yellowstone followed, with its land yachts
keeping the pace well below the legal limit. That night at a Jackson hostel I stayed with two other riders who had been to the rally. The next day I saw more of our riders, but as we spread further from Billings, spotting a BMW became somewhat rare. Only a day away from the rally, my east-
ern Idaho morning ride started beautifully. The views of the rolling hills of manicured wheat, corn and potatoes, were simply beautiful. There’s little that can match the dry odor of freshly cut hay or the wonderful aroma of harvested clover. I saw more pickup trucks towing fishing boats than I saw semi-trucks. I can’t
begin to imagine how many times I crossed the Snake River, but it wasn’t enough. By midday the sunny sky turned gray.
After spitting at me for a while, it turned downright ugly. It was late July but I shiv- ered despite my layers. My mind went back to the seminars and the warnings, to be careful when we are chilled, particularly when also wet. Keep the core warm! The cold, miserable rain I rode through
turned to a blanket of snow at higher eleva- tions that night. The Weather Channel warned of changes ahead of me. In two days I’d be in record heat in the central valley
John Cerney, a cut-out mural artist with a national reputation has his work displayed over many locations in the US. I’ve come across his work in other fields where I’ve traveled. This one with the 18-foot-tall farmers is in western Minnesota along US Route 212.
October 2015 BMW OWNERS NEWS 125 Seen in a field near Bongards, Minnesota.
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