When I planned my 2010 road trip, three destinations were set in stone, including Hannibal, Missouri, birthplace of America's best, brightest and most prescient social observer, Mark Twain.
Any motorcyclist will tell you to GET OFF the interstates to find the soul of a place and I did that whenever possible. Using my trusty Roadside America I found plenty to do along Highway 36 after leaving Colorado, beginning with They Also Ran, also known as the "Gallery of Presidential Also-Rans. "
Looking back, I don’t know why I expected the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum to be fun. Perhaps I succumbed to the pop culture that celebrates and immortalizes crooks like Jesse James, Billy The Kid, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid but sends into obscurity saints who raise orphans and nurse the sick.
Stopping in Logan,UT for a bite to eat, my pink bra caught the attention of the manager, who asked about my ride and where I was headed. Turns out I would have missed Bear Lake if she hadn't reached out, and that would have been most unfortunate.
One of the Conga founders, a Canadian named Flo Fuhr, told me something that I took to heart. “Tam, the people who ride with you are doing it because they want to take care of you. Let them do that -- let them take care of you.” And take care of me, they did.
The Conga III magic continues from WI through MN and SD. I'm proud to be a Conga III rider, a Facebook-facilitated motorcycle fundraiser benefiting breast cancer.
I was surprised how easily I got from Valparaiso, IN to the BMW dealership in Chicago, where they did the bike's first service and installed a windshield.