STURGIS AND ITS CRAZINESS ... WARNING ... Risque' material ... don't look if you'd be offended

But first, I had to post a deer photo.

Or two.

Today, Monday, August 3, is Sturgis photo day for the Alaskans and former Alaskans.  I don’t know how many will show up.  I know some are still on the road, but I have to be on the road tomorrow, so today is it for the photo I want.

We got on the road and joined the masses … many were coming toward us, many were going with our flow.  It seemed to take forever, and did.  Slow vehicles, some slow bikes, and a steady stream of traffic going both ways.  I can’t help it, though, I’m exhilarated at being a part of it, being in the mix, being in the stream of bikes heading into Sturgis.  I’m loving it.  The whole Sturgis area and its surroundings exude life, fun, excitement.  It’s the Sturgis madness of rally week.

This was the Alaska and former Alaska folks that showed up for the photos in Sturgis. 

We found a little entertainment as we were walking.  Who know Harleys could do fender stands?

They were doing some pretty nice burn outs, too.

Golf cart?  Bar cart for those runs to the bar for a drink, or two?

Sturgis takes on a life of its own during the rally.  People crowd the sidewalks and the shops, restaurants and bars.  The main street is closed off to cars and open only for bikes and bike parking, four deep.  It’s a show room of every bike, every model, every fancy accessory you can imagine, every paint scheme you can only dream about.  It’s fun to wander and peruse … sometimes wondering what on earth would make someone do that?  Others?  It makes you drool.

Cowboy and I both liked this one ... holsters.

We saw some Indians.

I don't know what this is, but it was bright red.  Red rules!!!

Welcome to Sturgis.  See Lenny on the left waving to you?

I had to photograph meat on the grill.  It smelled wonderful.

 

Then we started seeing them ... girls with pasties and paint.

 

 

Lenny was getting a tire on his bike as it was pretty near done.  We wandered, going to the Harley place to get our free pin and then heading over to do a little shopping.  Trying to keep seven of us together was like herding cats, but we managed for quite a while.  Then Grant and Ron went off to get some kind of backrest for his bike, Mac and his lady friend went to look at something, and we ended up at a bar for lunch.  The salads were awesome, fresh, tasty and just perfect.  There was also a bit of entertainment in the next room that I had to check out.

This is what was going on in the next room.  She knew I wanted her photo.

The skeleton on the near bike almost seems to be a twin to the person in pink on the far bike.

Woo hoo.  Bar bike.

It seems unbelievable they'd parade trailer bikes through town.

 

More paint.

This one was my favorite.

There was some ministry going on, too.  I'm not sure they were receptive, but the dog kind of seemed to be paying attention.

No Sturgis visit is complete without seeing the buffalo bike.

I think Lenny was getting tired of shopping.

You always see this in Sturgis.

For Biker Bill.

Bar bike.  I wonder how many hours they spend cleaning these things.  They probably have enough money they can pay someone to do it for them and gas up the bikes, and they just ride them.

I liked the painting on this one.

Another parading trailer of bikes.

Nice tutu.

Our very own colorful Hoka Hey Cowboy.

Then we headed back to pick up Lenny’s bike and ride on back to the barn.  It was getting crazier by the minute with cars and vehicles mixing on the street and highways, heading both directions.  There were even some bikes being towed.  Bet there will be some indignant folks.

Guess you shouldn't have parked there.

We did Interstate as it was getting late and we didn’t want to deal with curvy road and riders and animals.  There were two accidents, one of which involved at least two motorcycles.  We were stopped until the ambulance drove off.  At least the lights and siren were going, making you think there’s a chance.  We saw the bikes shortly after, and they looked bad.

Home loomed into view, and I was glad we were home safe and sound.  So was Sam.