Let's Ride

Chapter 2

Last August, Greg and I took a little motorcycle trip up to Yellowstone; dad let me take off for a week, since I'll be covering for him in September. Greg offered to let me ride on the back of his bike, but I wanted the freedom to ride my own, so on an early August morning, we left up highway 89, rolling to the steady rumble of two, Harley's cruising easy down the highway. Greg insisted I play the "sexy" biker chick, so I wore my heeled biker boots, leather chaps, skimpy Harley-Davidson tank top minus a bra, leather vest and pink head wrap. My hair was in it's customary braid, so I was lookin' pretty. Greg wore one of his Harley tee shirts the usual pair of jeans and chaps along with his leather vest, as well as a red bandana. We crossed into Wyoming at Geneva, continuing up 89, near Thayne, we got the worst part of a sudden downpour, although we had packed rain suits neither one of us felt like stopping to "suit up." The sun was warm, and the temperature was approaching 80 degrees, so we continued on. Greg had a radio on his bike but I had to settle for my I-pod, Pink, Lady GaGa, and Kelly Clarkson kept me entertained, Pink was my favorite, although Kelly wasn't far behind, I also had some Disturbed on my I-pod as well, "Land of Confusion" seemed to fit right in.

We stopped at Alpine for burgers and beer, place wasn't too bad, passable burgers fries were a bit on the greasy side, but what can you do? We sat at an outside table and watched the tourists roll by, when nobody was looking, we did a little kissing, both of us were starting to get a little "horney" but that would have to wait until later. Back on the road, heading east on Route 26, the trees started getting thicker, the smells you miss riding in a "cage" filled my nose, the fragrant smell of the pines, the occasional putrid smell of road kill, mixed with the heat and exhaust smell coming off my bike are the basic elements of fond memories. We were staying a little place dad recommended, in Jackson, but for the rest of our trip, we would be camping, around 3:00pm we entered Jackson Wyoming, amid the throngs of tourists. Our first stop was the Harley dealership, mandatory tee shirts sporting the dealers logo on the back was first on the list. I chatted with one of the girls asking about the nightlife, Greg, I wanted to party, the Silver Dollar bar, and grill was recommended. We then headed over to the motel dad told me about, it looked a little rough around the edges on the outside, but was clean and squared away on the inside, the bed was comfy, and that was all we really needed.

Greg and I kicked off our boots and laid down for a nap. About an hour later, I felt Greg's lips on my neck, well it wasn't long before my top came off as well as Greg's to make way for some serious necking, and passionate kissing. Around 8:00, we cleaned up and headed over to the Silver Dollar. To save gas, and in case one of us was too drunk, I rode on the back of Greg's Road King. Greg and I shared a steak, then got down to some serious partying. There were a couple other biker couples there, so we ended up sharing a table and talk. Greg bought a round, then the other couples in turn, the band played mostly 90's stuff with a little 80's thrown in Greg and I did our share of dancing, the drunker I got the "dirtier" I got, but nobody seemed to mind. We said goodbye to our new "friends" around 11:30, and made our way back to the motel. Greg was pretty drunk, but still functional enough to operate a motorcycle. Back at the motel, I let him slowly undress me, as he let me do in return; we then fell on the bed, in a very intense session of lovemaking. Both of us are of the opinion that extended riding does something to make both of us horney as hell, I like to start out with a little "69ing" then it's on top for me, then Greg, then…Well you get the idea!

We felt like crap in the morning, but needed to get an early start so we could get well into the park as people were leaving to insure a campsite. A quick breakfast of tasty bear claws and coffee from a local bakery, and we were off, both of us had our leather jackets on as it was down in the 40's, riding in the chill morning air, chilled me to the bone, but we pushed on. Riding past Jackson Lake, with Mt. Moran as a backdrop, we stopped long enough for me to snap a couple pictures. We stopped at the south entrance to Yellowstone for a picture of each of us standing in front of the big sign; we entered Yellowstone shortly before 8:00am behind several other "early birds" who were "hip" to the technique of getting a campsite in the middle of the tourist season.