It has been a crazy Bike Week in Sturgis. I am so thankful that Festical Foods and Harley Davidson of Appleton made it possible for me to do this and actually call it "working."
Wednesday night I wanted to see Crobot at Full Throttle Saloon. The website said 7 p.m. Found out after arrival that they weren't going on until midnight. After an all nighter getting here followed by some riding, the Road Show broadcast and the general mayhem which is the bike rally, I wussed out and cashed in my last few chips. Nothing left in the tank. I suck at this, right?
Thursday, however, fulfilled lots of what the Sturgis thing is all about. Went for a nice ride up to Deadwood and Lead and then back to Sturgis to hang at the Full Throttle Saloon some more.
I wandered backstage (security never really asked me who I was or what I was doing as I just kept acting like I was somebody important) where I was warmly greeted by the inestimable Jesse James Dupree of Jackyl. We shot the bull on John and Elwood's show and shared a few laughs about his week at FTS. I'd be dead if I tried to keep up with him.
I then just wandered around looking for weirdness. I was butt-deep in it, believe me. Midgets were part of it. As I was on the air, I noticed four lovely topless women with nothing but strategically placed little stickers to cover the naughty bits. They would pose for a photo with guys for tips. The girl I spoke to told me her name and then said, "We're working here." Then she promptly turned away and went back to her soft-core hustling. Why would she be the only rude person I've run into the entire trip? Seems to me that if you have a personality which allows you to walk around naked for all intents and purposes, you would be a little willing to have some fun with the well-intentioned radio guy. I wasn't even all that pervy.
A couple of nice fellas from New Jersey chatted me up a bit. They are renting a house in nearby Spearfish with 10 guys for $7000 for the week. I need to buy some Black Hills real estate, I guess. They said they stopped for cheese in Wisconsin on their way out. Apparently they bought a while lot of good cheddar. They haven't pooped once since they got here last Saturday. I'm guessing.
People watching is, of course, unparalleled in Sturgis. Some of them have managed to combine high fashion and literature.
I hooked up with some pals and headed out of Sturgis for one of my favorite rides in the Black Hills, the Spearfish Canyon run. Spectacular beauty at 35 mph. The temperature entering the canyon was about 85 degrees but must have dropped by 15 degrees instantly. It felt soooooo good. I parted ways with my riding companions at the road up to Rochford because I wanted to get out of the deep hills before dark because I know from previous night runs out of Sturgis that the deer are like mosquitoes in Wisconsin. Every where and mostly unseen until it's too late. Still, I had been advised by a Rockin' Apple listener back home that I should make pit stop at a place called The Boar's Nest outside of Lead. Cool place on the creek with all of the amenities a dude could need. A cold beer and...
As dusk arrived and I was cruising Nemo Road's curves and scenery, There must have been at least a couple of hundred deer in the fields not far off the road. That is NOT an exaggeration. Kind of nerve-wracking but I made it back to Rapid City intact and hungry. I got some fantastically average Chinese food in my gullet and began contemplating my options. Kentucky Headhunters show downtown? A run back to FTS for Jackyl? A stop at a British Pub called The Wobbly Bobby just for he name? Nope. I watched post-Republican debate coverage because nothing could be more fun than that. I am pathetic.
Let's see what tomorrow brings.