The Rally                                                                                           

The wind was blowing cold and strong. At times it felt as though I might tip over. It was at its worst when passing up campers or large automobiles. It was also awkward when being passed by packs. I rode front to back in one pack for five minutes, my parents who were following me thought I was going with them up there. It was a good long ride I rode half the way and my dad rode the other half. I never thought riding would get be so tiring. Once day hit and the sun came out seat would soak all the way through my pants. It only took about 5 and half hours to get up there because my dad and I rode about 80 mph in between the stops for gas.

I feel that we were very lucky it didn’t rain or storm while we were there. We saw many different kinds of bikes. Some had Nos and others had horns, lights, and skeletons for looks. The last bike my dad had he put a chrome eagle on it that the eyes lit up on. One thing about my dad we wont let any other bike then a Harley with out make a good argument. On the way up to the hills we stopped 4-5 times for gas because hogs usually only come with 5-gallon gas tanks.

When we were up there we stayed at my uncles house. Bikes were everywhere, we were listening to the radio and they said there were already 500,000 bikes up there. This has to by taken in consideration because it was only day three of the rally. My parents and I had to leave during day three though. Even though we were only up there for one night, I had a good time.