The grounds of our lodging
After looking at my sleeping accommodations on the blog, I was actually comfortable last night. Well, until I woke up and noticed the side door was unlocked to our suite. I locked it but was concerned by the number of exits and entrances to this place. So I slept with one eye open. No need to worry though. The people in dese here parts are trusting and super nice. For example, we were at the gas station the other day and there was no pay at the pump. The three of us went inside to pay the clerk. I told the clerk, $3.55 on number one. She said, did you pump yet? No I replied. She said go ahead and pump and I'll keep the $3.55 here. That wouldn't happen in Virginia.
Its very secluded
Second example, the place that we are staying (the best kept secret in Sturgis, $30 per night) the lady told us she didn't need a credit and we could pay when we leave. On top of that she left the door open for us and we let ourselves in. She went home for the night. But anyway. We woke up this morning and cleaned the bikes. Couldn't be riden dirty going into downtown Sturgis. But first we needed to eat. We took the Black Hills into town to find breakfast. Although the scenery was beautiful, tall green trees, hills, etc. I couldn't take any pics. The curves through the Black Hills were long and sloping. I set the RT's electronic suspension to one rider, no luggage and sport.
She knew what that meant, time to get down wit da get down. We danced around those curves like Savion Glover. We arrived at the breakfast spot and we all had the buffet for $9. Everything else on the menu was $10 and up, so it made since to get the all you can eat. After breakfast we hung out in the little town area and I snapped a few photos. Just getting a little taste of what was to come. We decided to ride to Mount Rushmore before tending to one of our riders who developed a medical condition on the trip. Mount Rushmore was cool and the roads leading up there were nice. However, the park police was in full effect. They made us move from our spot, sounding the siren to hurry us along.
We met Jay, he has been here for a while. Moved here from NY
I said, Mr. Officer you betta check yo self for you wreck yo self. He understood and moved on. We rode to a medical supply store and buy some items for our wounded rider. There, Erskine and I discussed the fine art of Elderly Mobility Eqiupment racing. Its coming soon so stand by. The five of us left there and met JP at the Honda dealership. No motorcycle trip is complete without stopping at a dealership to look at or buy something over priced or that we don't need. Sometimes we do need it. Besides, they have FREE FOOD and air conditioning. It is hot out here bubba. After soaking up the ac we decided to take the 100 mile trek to Devils Tower in Wyoming. We took the slab out there and made it in record time.
Oh little grasshopper
We stopped at this gas station for a brief moment. A couple rode up with two kids on the back of Harley sporters. After speaking with them, it turns out that the women is the grandmother and the old dude was her son. She really didn't look that old. Then three chicks rode up on Harleys from Missouri. They looked cool and was playing the biker chick role well. One of them was PO'ed at the other for getting them lost. They were trying to get to Sturgis, SD. They were in Wyoming. But anyway, Devils Tower is cool. Its a rock, but a must see. While Rob and Phil went to get even closer to the big rock, JP and I stayed behind and went to the Devils Tower store. I walked in and the place was empty.
The RT has had her bath
I called out and yelled. I finally found someone in the back of the restaurant part of the store. I could have cleaned them out if I wasn't an honest person. Then it was off to downtown Sturgis. We took back roads that were fun and curvy. We went through many small towns but one that stood out was Aladdin population 13. Darn thats a family or two. However, during this long ride gave me a chance to reflect on some stupid stuff. Here we go. Every morning I clean a boat load of bug juice off of my wind screen and front facia. Why is it with all of those 1000s of acres out there, do the bugs fly in the middle of the street to get hit. AND if they do fly in the street, why below 5ft to get hit by a car.
The fellas cleaning them up
I saw this group of Harley guys rolling by like their stuff didn't stink. They looked pretty sharp, the last guy was even showing his patriotism along with his southern pride. Well we are rolling towards Sturgis, the superbowl of motorcycle rallies. I have been anticipating this moment for nine years and it was finally here. The ride into town was halted by a blocks and blocks and blocks of bikes trying to get into downtown Sturgis. Their were people offering camping spots in their yards for a nominal fee and parking as well. We looped around and took a back street to avoid the blocks of bikes stuck in the traffic jam. As it turned out, we found a spot a block from main st.
The buffet, oh ya
Let me tell you, Sturgis is OFF DA CHAIN. People were well behaved but there were crazy girls, bikes, dudes and it was some rate R stuff going up in here. Those pics have been purposely omitted from this blog. There were thousands of people and 8 cops (that I could see). It was wild, we met a lot of nice people and you'll see their pics. It was everything I expected and worth the wait. JP and Erskine sat the downtown run out since they had been before. While walking the strip, JP called and said they were getting lightening storms and heavy rain and to be careful on our way back. After about an hour and a half walking the strip, I had a sudden realization. We are the only minorities out here. No really, the O N L Y minorities but it was all good. However, by the time we left downtown, we had a dry ride all the way. Tonight, I have moved from the couch to a blow up twin. Yesterday ended with 466 miles in the seat, today only 289. Look for more pics on the next entry, there were too many for this post.