The Countdown To Sturgis Bikeweek Continues...
This weekend is spent, and so am I. The heat is taking its toll as I work on the bike in the driveway, in the yard and garden getting it ready, and running all over town in my non-AC compliant vehicles.
We ran all over town gathering the necessities of a week long bike rally. We picked up all sorts of new leather (grips covers, hair ties, tool bags, lighter sheaths, you name it), spare tent stakes, nylon cord, leather waterproof treatment, spare bike parts & tools, oil, oil filters, new brain buckets for the fascist states that we pass through with helmet laws, the list goes on and on.
I just got done equipping my bike with a cigarette lighter adaptor. This wasn't all that difficult, but I never really decided to do it until now. It's mounted just behind the right rear footpeg, and works great. We'll now have XM satellite radio and a place to charge our cell phones. Needless to say, a week long trip covering thousands of miles on a motorcycle can be very unforgiving. Bikers frequently do not get second chances. I've survived more time and miles on 2 wheels than some people have on 4, and this will be my 4th trip to the black hills. Nevertheless, I take each trip seriously and approach it as my first.
"If you see my bike on a trailer, call 911, it's stolen". I ride my bike to Sturgis, unlike the soft-butts that make up the majority of the trailer ridden highways of I-29 and I-90. There is just no substitute for striking out on your own with nothing but yourself, your horse, and whatever you can cram into your saddle bags.
In less than a week, we'll be walking the same ground as General George Armstrong Custer, Chief Sitting Bull, and countless pioneers who forged their way west. I'll be sitting in the same bars and casinos as Wild Bill Hickock, testing my ability to gamble and hold liquor with the best sinners in the nation. During the day, we'll ride through the cool forests of the black hills, taking in the crisp air and fresh smell of pine as we make our way farther west, through Custer National Forest and on to Hewlett Wyoming. We'll stop by to take in Mount Rushmore, which of course is graced by an image of one of our greatest Presidents, Teddy Roosevelt.
Freedom is an aquired taste; and those of us who are fortunate enough to know its true meaning will never settle for anything less. There is nothing so close to a true libertarian state as you'll find for the next 2 weeks at Sturgis, South Dakota. If you've never been, you don't know what you're missing.
We ran all over town gathering the necessities of a week long bike rally. We picked up all sorts of new leather (grips covers, hair ties, tool bags, lighter sheaths, you name it), spare tent stakes, nylon cord, leather waterproof treatment, spare bike parts & tools, oil, oil filters, new brain buckets for the fascist states that we pass through with helmet laws, the list goes on and on.
I just got done equipping my bike with a cigarette lighter adaptor. This wasn't all that difficult, but I never really decided to do it until now. It's mounted just behind the right rear footpeg, and works great. We'll now have XM satellite radio and a place to charge our cell phones. Needless to say, a week long trip covering thousands of miles on a motorcycle can be very unforgiving. Bikers frequently do not get second chances. I've survived more time and miles on 2 wheels than some people have on 4, and this will be my 4th trip to the black hills. Nevertheless, I take each trip seriously and approach it as my first.
"If you see my bike on a trailer, call 911, it's stolen". I ride my bike to Sturgis, unlike the soft-butts that make up the majority of the trailer ridden highways of I-29 and I-90. There is just no substitute for striking out on your own with nothing but yourself, your horse, and whatever you can cram into your saddle bags.
In less than a week, we'll be walking the same ground as General George Armstrong Custer, Chief Sitting Bull, and countless pioneers who forged their way west. I'll be sitting in the same bars and casinos as Wild Bill Hickock, testing my ability to gamble and hold liquor with the best sinners in the nation. During the day, we'll ride through the cool forests of the black hills, taking in the crisp air and fresh smell of pine as we make our way farther west, through Custer National Forest and on to Hewlett Wyoming. We'll stop by to take in Mount Rushmore, which of course is graced by an image of one of our greatest Presidents, Teddy Roosevelt.
Freedom is an aquired taste; and those of us who are fortunate enough to know its true meaning will never settle for anything less. There is nothing so close to a true libertarian state as you'll find for the next 2 weeks at Sturgis, South Dakota. If you've never been, you don't know what you're missing.
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