WOW What a Ride!

Coming out of the Bighorn Mountains and down into the plains of Idaho farm country is a wonderful transition from natural resources to cultivated America.  You drive along through flat farmland and swing around the corner, and you are overlooking the Snake River Canyon:

You drive a little further south, and you run into perhaps the perfect biker town--American Falls, Idaho.
AF has a NAPA auto parts store, a general store, a good motel, a hardware store and....tada....the Ranch Convenience Store and Gas Station.  You can't miss it, as it's the only gas station in town.  But here it is, just in case you need a picture:

Impressive no?, Well, I guess not.  But INSIDE!!!! Fresh, right out of the oven, homemade cinnamon rolls, blueberry twists, and raspberry twists; ice cream (home made), hot dogs, a full deli and --on movie nights--an old fashioned popcorn machine. I love this place!

Moving on towards Nevada and thence homeward we --oops--run into a long highway construction delay, and the Indian dies. Dead. As a doornail. Shove it off the road and wish someone would steal it so you collect the insurance irretrievably dead.

Greg has rebuilt this bike a number of times, and proceeds to do so again...he rides 30 miles to get new parts suspected of being at fault.  Other old parts are brought out of secreted corners of saddlebags and the distributor is rebuilt.  Four hours later we have a rebuilt engine that still won't start.  Enter Sean!

Actually, Sean entered a couple hours ago.  He is a trucker from Calgary Canada on his way empty into Las Vegas with his long bed/flat bed trailer.  He saw Greg digging into a ziploc bag as he roared past, and said to himself: "there's a fellow biker looking for parts."  Sean