We're riding out of here tomorrow morning, headed for Sturgis for the 23rd time since '82. Man, I can't believe it's this time of year again. There are so many old friends to see, and a lot of new people to meet, I can't wait to hit the road. Having seen everybody all loaded down, and headed North for the last two weeks always makes it worse for me. Especially this year, because I was so broke last year, and couldn't afford to make the run. That sucked.
All you whiney-asses that say Sturgis sucks, stay the fuck home, OK? 75% of the whiners have never even pointed a wheel towards Sturgis, and they never will. Sit in front of your computers and grumble about trailers and do-rags, and all the bozo heads that show up. Really, who gives a fuck about those people? If they want to stand around in leather skull caps and chaps, and smoke cigars on their trailered up bikes, with a 3 day growth of "tough guy" beard, It's no skin off my nose. I've got too many good times planned to worry about those people. That's their idea of fun, and they'll enjoy themselves, too. They won't be spoiling my good time, I have 500 square miles of Black Hills to cover, with a good woman seated behind me.
See you back here in about a week!