After an exhausting day yesterday and finally having a quiet place to sleep, we slept hard. In the morning we were able to hit up an early breakfast with our latest host (Catherine and Chris), go shopping, do some general maintenance on our bikes, and hit the road by noon.

Today was HOT HOT HOT.

"Cheap drinks, Lousy Food"

"Cheap drinks, Lousy Food"

The day before, we had a 60 degree flip and were now riding in 100+ degree heat. Instead of freezing chins and slippery roads, we had burning arms and sweaty bums (sorry for the details). We made great time and rode hours on end and only stopping for gas. After several hours and during the hottest part of the day did we make one stop. Driving down a rural highway, there was a shimmer and blinding light from sun hitting chrome and as our eyes began to gain clarity we noticed it was a parking lot filled with at least 100 bikes. We communicated telepathically and simultaneously turned in. The Stoneville Saloon was filled with bikers all headed for the same destination: Sturgis, South Dakota. The rally of rallies in the Motorcycle world and happens once per year.

After our refreshment and break from the sun, we finished the last few hours ride and arrived in Sturgis at about 7pm. Facing another impending storm, we set up camp in record time. Fortunately, this time it was only wind and sprinkles and the rest skipped over us.

Listening to the low hum of engines as thousands of motorcycles drove by at regular intervals was meditative and had a similar effect as sleeping with a fan nearby (or Jerry consistent rhythmic snoring… but it isn’t as peaceful).

Camp done, relaxing with a nice apple before going to the city.

Camp done, relaxing with a nice apple before going to the city.

We now had to decide, take it easy tonight or go into town and see what the hype was all about. We summed up our remaining energy (which wasn’t much), and headed into town using their shuttle bus service. The town was lined with bikes across five city blocks (and that was only one street), imported cops, bikers of every style and age, as well all the craziness that could be found on the Las Vegas strip.

We surveyed the area and decided to take another shuttle to the well known Full Throttle bar. This is not a regular bar and can hold over 5,000 people, live concerts, and over a dozen bars with varying styles of bartenders… typically young ladies working their way through college. After listening to Bret Michaels play for an hour, we decided to head back to camp at about 11:30. The Shuttle Bus isn’t as efficient at night and it took us over 2 hours to get home but we had plenty of entertainment on the way from the drunk locals who were enjoying the craziness of their small town.

We arrived home completely knackered (tired) and headed straight for the comfort of our sleeping bags. Listening to the less frequent hum of motorcycles we faded into a blissful sleep… for a full 4.5 hours.

More Sturgis excitement tomorrow. But first a short info about Sturgis…