Sturgis . . Ah Sturgis, there’s nothing quite like it.

Sturgis seems to have that special something.

Maybe it’s partly due to the very friendly barmaids.

Partly the fact that the high energy generated there during the rally helps make it a unique experience.

And no doubt the mischievous fun spirit the atmosphere brings out also adds to the mix.

As does the plentiful eye candy.

And the attractions of Main Street by day or night seem to bring out every man and his dog. Though the dogs aren’t always happy about hanging out in Main.

Oh, I almost forgot - they have bike shows there too!

And the occasional sensational Brouhaha . . .

Billy and I rose early on day four of our ride up to Sturgis and headed down to breakfast. The weather looked good, neither of our bikes had been stolen and we’d both enjoyed a good night’s sleep once we had sorted out our room hassles. Walking outside, and despite the fact that Sturgis was still 250 miles away, in my imagination I fancied I could hear the roar of Harley thunder drifting down from Main Street and the roar of bikers enjoying themselves in one of the many bars. Still, each day we’d encountered a problem of some sort so there was a mildly ominous undertone in my thinking as we set out in what began as a clear but chilly morning.

But there’s something about the big skies of Wyoming and the wide open countryside that makes riding through that state enjoyable, whether the roads be curvy . . .

. . . or straight, virtually to the horizon.

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