The road past Chiminey Rock took us to the small city of Scottsbluff. By now it was time to buy our machines a new tank of gas and for us to take a break-stretch out our legs, buy some Gatorade, graze on some snacks and for me a cup of joe! The gas station we stopped at had some 50's type 'theme' going on. True to form there were some colorful local folk who wanted to chat about our machines and what our destination was; most of them were kind and usually assumed we were headed to Sturgis...I always tried to act like I did not know what Sturgis was! Because of colorful people we were meeting along the way, I began to joke with Ron about how we were making new friends everywhere we go!
After we were finished taking care of our thirst and hunger we cinched down our brain-buckets one last time. Wyoming wasn't to far away and once we knew we were across the line we'd stop to take 'em off! For now we'd have a nice ole ride from Central Time to Mountain Time!