We all have at least one ‘while the wheels are rolling’ story to tell. It must have happened while still moving. It can be funny, inspirational or just weird. Please no tragedies.
Here is my favorite. Riding point, I was pulling on to I90 just outside of Deadwood SD heading to Spearfish. On the merge ramp this truck, already on the highway and not going real fast, was equal with me. I could have easily accelerated and pulled ahead but I decided to let him go and merge behind since there were other riders behind me. Then I realized the truck was hauling a full 40 foot trailer of poultry in those open wooden cages. At about 60mph or so the feathers started flying. It got real intense around 70mph and outright crazy by 75plus mph. Man, I mean a frickin’ feather storm. One of the riders in the group was new and on a smaller bike so I didn’t try to pass. We were getting off in a couple miles anyway. Easing back a little we followed him until the Spearfish exit. All the while I was trying to grab one of those damn feathers and never caught one, and there were thousands of them. I did find some clinging to my bike when we parked though. Ever since this I have John Anderson’s “Chicken Truck” song on my MP3 player. "Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, Behind it I'm Stuck..."