We rolled into Stanley to find out there was some craft fair and the place was slammed. Shook hands with a couple guys from the Vietnam/Legacy Vets MC while we gassed up then went and found some shade to have a bit to eat.
After we ate we left and headed for Galena Summit (8700 ft) and stopped for a smoke break. From the summit you get a pretty spectacular view of the Stanley Basin.
The north side of Galena Summit isn't too bad and you can climb pretty quick. The other side is pretty twisty with a lot of switch-backs and hard turns. It's not exactly a place for a novice rider. So when we encounter a guy who's doing 10mph under the speed limit and riding his brakes the entire time we try to stay off his ass and wait for a chance to pass him leaving him plenty of space so we dont spook him. This guy I have some compassion for since we were all noobs at one point but we encountered a group of 5 bikes as we dropped into Sun Valley that were not noobs, just assholes. If you wanna do 5 or 10 under and enjoy your ride, fine. I get that. But dont be a douchebag and speed up when people try to pass you. And if you do, dont be surprised when your loosely staggered formation suddenly doubles in size because you left us no room to pass.
The terrain changes pretty drastically from Sun Valley to Ketchum going from pine trees to sage brush in no time. We stopped in Bellevue for a smoke break and a picture on fence that we've been doing for a few years now. As I got off the my bike I discovered my air cleaner had been spitting screws and was hanging on by the last one. We threw a couple bolts in it to hold it together and headed down the straight stretch for Fairfield where we met up with Brett who had battery problems and missed the best part of the ride.
After Fairfield we headed towards Anderson Ranch Reservoir. In a wide turn one of the guys went into it a little too fast and caught some gravel on the edge of the road. Off into the sage brush he went holding it up until the end when he endo'ed. Rider and bike were okay for the most part (sprained ankle and a few scratches and dings). Once we got him back in the saddle we rode the rest of the way to the cabin.
Once we got to the cabin the beer got tapped and the food went on the grill. Chill time.
After a good night's sleep and a belly full of biscuits and gravy, steak and eggs and of course bacon, it was time to ride home on one of the hottest days on record - 106.
And that's how Lucky Bastards MC rolls.


















































































































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