I was filling up the empty tank with my helmet and headphones on at the only high test gas in town. I looked up at the meter and saw that it had pumped 6+ gallons and my first reaction was "SCAMMING PUMP! I ONLY HOLD 5 GALLONS!".... Then I realized the fuel cut off had failed.
Some locals got a half gallon I drained from the float and I had a nervous ride to breakfast down the street with my imagination swirling around the concept of becoming the human torch.
Black Hills in Wyoming was a nice contrast of colors this time of year, even with an overcast sky.
Someday I vow to come here and camp out to watch the sunset and sunrise over the plains.
Amazing view from the base of a radio tower.
I stopped to take a picture of the horses far out in the field. That lead horse saw me, got curious and walked all the way over. I was then petting and having a nice conversation with all four over the fence line.
The sky was amazing that day, with such contrast between dark and moody clouds and a storm blowing in.
This just kind of blew my mind and I sat to watch it for half an hour...
... while on the other side of me some horses were grazing out to pasture as the storm blows through just behind me.