Can You Really Do That? By Scooter Tramp Scotty.
Late July of 2013
The Great Plains offer a wide open world of flat land paved with grass, farmland and very few trees to obstruct the view. Out here the sky is the dominant force, for it stretches from one endless horizon to the other leaving those on the ground to feel almost as though they’ve become engulfed in its humbling expanse. Billowy clouds often lumber lazily across this, for them, natural domain. At times a person can watch from beneath a clear sky as one, and sometimes more, small self contained storms move slowly in the distance while raining heavily upon the green grasslands below. Many are the times I’ve stopped to let one of these cross the road ahead before resuming the ride once the storm’s passed. But today there was no such weather and not much traffic either. Neither was the air hot nor cold as the old Electra Glide made its faithful way along the mostly arrow straight roads.
