Like last year, I left Mpls MN, for Sturgis, on a Sunday afternoon–after my annual four day weekend at a lake in up north with my brothers. Ya! We visited our last uncle, Lambert, in Grand Rapids, and then enjoyed the 2nd Amendment at a gravel pit; and that’s all I’ll say about that weekend. What happens at the lake, ya know, stays at the lake. Ya!
Long live the Sturgis Rally.
The faithful came. Vendors, and those with services of all kinds, could, and should not have expected a resemblance of last year’s record crowd. (Maybe they’ll find a little humility in that and cut the gouging on prices?) But fear not; more will return in the coming years to keep the flame burning for riders yet to be conceived. Thankfully, fatalities were down, and those who got landed on by an Indian motorcycle launched off a stage at the Buffalo Chip were released from hospitals within days. That noted, Harley Tracks book signings were proportionally better than last year, and I was pleased to hear praise from many who have read it.
Contrary to what some think from the title, it is not a war story. I’m not a combat veteran or a historian. I’m just a guy who likes to ride and saw opportunities that had to be taken. What began as a joy ride evolved into a ride with a playful vengeance. Please check out the About page and readers comments in a drop-down on the Buy the Book page.
Thank you to all who bought Harley Tracks, those who will order it, and the many who shared stories with me. Thanks, also, to Pete and Dave at KNKL Radio and the crew at News Center 1 for the air time.
My drive home had a side trip, naturally. At a truck stop on the prairie, I rolled the bike out of the trailer and rode down to Nebraska to visit some of my NVAR family, who I ride with to Rolling Thunder each year. Bill & Nancy were great hosts to me and their Purple Fish MC family from Australia. In their pasture, we exercised of our 2nd Amendment rights, sized from 38 caliber to a 454 Casull and large bore rifle. The Casull hurls a piece of lead bigger than some meteorites and kicks like a mule….speaking of mules; #1: Nancy’s two mules quickly tossed their riders, and #2: for refreshments after pulling triggers, Mongo, aka Bill, mixed up a concoction called the Moscow Mule, which kicked like a Casull. And that’s all I need to say about that. Ya!
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Remember: Never Forget
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