Dawn was probably still an hour away as, with coffee in hand, I pushed through the front door and out into the car park. Though not raining, beaded water covered the chrome and painted surfaces of cars and motorcycles; and…

At a little after 4.30am I wandered outside with coffee in hand. It was pleasantly cool and dry, but the sheen on the car park surface betrayed overnight rain. The coffee was Columbian, black, hot and surprisingly strong; I like…

The Grand Gateway Hotel was actually not that grand, but was neat, clean, centrally located, and the staff were great. Decorated in what would have been regarded as kind of grand in the 1960s, it was nonetheless well maintained, convenient…

Morning dawned crystal clear and pleasantly cool with a thin cover of cirrus cloud. A good day for our ride from Billings past the site of the Little BigHorn Massacre to the City of Presidents. I’d woken and gone looking…

It was still dark when I woke; too dark to see what time it was. There didn’t seem to be a moon but I could hear the wind in the pines just outside the window. There were other sounds too…

It had just gone 4.30am. It was almost a new day and I was out looking for coffee. The Baymont didn’t have any; well not twenty-four hour coffee anyway. So I’d wandered off up the street to a service station…

I’d been on the veranda just about long enough to have a cigarette; get comfortable in the chair we’d left out; and, contemplate our imminent ride across Colorado and Wyoming on the High Plains, when I heard Mel moving around…

Our decision to end the day’s ride at Eagle was purely coincidental: a function of the time of day; the possibility of a storm; and, the falling temperature. We’d checked in at the Comfort Inn and then wandered up to…

The storm we’d seen moving up from the South West, arrived in town about an hour after we did; and it was spectacular. Naphtha flashes lit up the entire town in brief snapshots of sporadic daylight brilliance while thunder boomed…