Buellysses
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So, a buddy and I went for a ride last weekend. Started in Bismarck, went down Highway 1806 (west side of the Missouri River) down to Mobrige, SD and headed up Highway 83/1804. (east side of the river) Its about a 280 mile ride with some of be best "twisties" you will find in this part of the state. I use the term twisties very loosely. It's the kind of road where you could hold it at 100MPH fairly easily.
But anyway, Jesse was riding his brand new Softtail about 200 yards in front of me, he's at the bottom of a hill about to head up the next one, I'm at the crest of the hill about to head down. We're cruising about 75, 80MPH. I look at the top of the next hill and there is about 5 deer walking their way across the road. I just about **** my pants, cause there is no way in hell he was going to see them in time. Thank f-ing god that they were cleared out of the road by the time he got there. When I came up behind him he had slowed to about 10MPH, he was white as a ghost.
But anyway, Jesse was riding his brand new Softtail about 200 yards in front of me, he's at the bottom of a hill about to head up the next one, I'm at the crest of the hill about to head down. We're cruising about 75, 80MPH. I look at the top of the next hill and there is about 5 deer walking their way across the road. I just about **** my pants, cause there is no way in hell he was going to see them in time. Thank f-ing god that they were cleared out of the road by the time he got there. When I came up behind him he had slowed to about 10MPH, he was white as a ghost.