Coming back from OSH in my experimental a few years ago... Stopped in Mitchell SD for fuel and headed for Casper for more go juice. A front was building alot faster then both me and FSS had figured.. Ground speed dropping to the mid 40 mph half way across SD... Diverted to Chainberlain SD to top the tanks.... Surface winds were 25 or so..... Launched out of there for Casper or maybe even Rapid City.... In the course of 30 miles, groundspeed was down to 35 mph,,, so I crank up the 696 my buddy lent me for the trip,, Nexrad was painting orange with some red on it back at Chainberlain.... My buddy is a jet jockey and a boat captian and unlike me who sets all my stuff to MPH his was reading Knots....

My MFD was showing 29 mph and his displayed 23 knots..... So here I am, can't turn back and burning fuel like a F14 in full AB trying to proceed west... JPI Fuel computer was showing a no go to even get to Rapid City so I head for the closest airport thats west and not IFR....
Finally made it to Murdo SD... A 60 mile flight from Chainberlain that took 1 hour and 47 minutes.... Winds on the ground were right down the runway at a velocity that made me cringe... Taxiied to mid field were the "FBO" was and stopped ,pointed into the wind... Not a soul around and on the ground my ASI was showing 45 with some 65 mph gusts... In a plane that takes off at around 42 mph..

Spent a couple of hours with the motor running literally flying the plane on the ground to keep it from flipping over... Between gusts I was able to shut off the motor,,, Jump out and pound in my EAA style tiedowns.... Left wing first,,, then 15 minutes or so later the right wing,,, then the tail... Wind had subsided to the point where I didn't need the motor running and there I sat, miles from town and no one around.. I started to plan how I was going to rearrange the interior to make a place to sleep... At about dusk the one and only sheriff happened to just be driving by and saw me out there, he walked over and I was never so glad to see an officer in my life.... I told him my dilemma and he told me all the hotel rooms for 200 miles are booked ....
It was then he filled in the blank... It was Sturgis bike week.... God as my witness I had no idea that shindig was that big..... He made a few calls and actually found me a room in a basement of a motel.... Gave me a ride into town and to the hotel..... Both him and the owners were GREAT people, the hotel guy even gave me the keys to his wifes car so I could drive out for a 4 am departure before the winds could pick up again......... Made it to Rapid City with 40 minutes reserve of fuel..... Topped off the tanks and left for Jackson Hole....... I was soooooo friggin happy to have the toy safely back in its hangar... Went home and promptly sleep for 15 hours... The very next day I went to the Fed Ex office and express mailed a crisp 100 dollar bill to both the sheriff and the hotel owner... They earned that tip for sure...
