After sleeping in a nice warm bed, we woke up the next morning and headed east. At Denver, one of our bros split off and headed south to see his brother while three of us headed north toward Wyoming. After passing through Cheyenne, we got caught in another hailstorm and had to deal with strong crosswinds. By this time, I was starting to wonder if the trip would be worth all the hard riding we’d been doing. After taking a wrong turn and having to double back at a town called Lusk, we took a two-lane highway leading into the Black Hills of South Dakota and arrived at Randy’s ranch after dark. We set up our tent, visited with the other campers and then hit the rack. Saturday morning we went into Sturgis and checked out the sights. If you’ve not been to Sturgis, you can’t image how many motorcycles you see. Sunday we went into Deadwood, did some gambling and ate at the Gem Hotel and Casino. That night we partied At the Broken Spoke Saloon. On Sunday, we headed into Rapid City and spent most of the day at the Harley shop.
The next morning we went to see Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse monument. I had a tense moment on the way there when we passed a woman driving a three-wheeler. One of my bros, pulled out to pass and I followed him. A bike came around a curve approaching at a high rate of speed, so I gunned the throttle and we passed each other next to the three-wheeler. I pulled back into my lane and slowed down, trying to let my heart rate get back to normal. The next morning we went back to Deadwood and in the Number Ten Saloon, I sat down at what I thought was a quarter slot machine and started gambling. After I while I realize I was playing a dollar machine, but I got lucky and won two hundred dollars. That night we headed to the Buffalo Chip campground and saw Bob Dylan and Kid Rock in concert. They kicked ass, but we left before Kid Rock finished. By that time we were suffering the agony of de feet.
We headed for home the following morning, after stopping at the Post Office so Lobo could ship home some of his gear. We were approaching Deadwood on our way home when we stopped at a signal light. When the light turned green, I pulled in the clutch to put the bike in gear when I heard a snap and the clutch went slack. I had broken my clutch cable and there I was stuck on the side of the road. My two amigos went on through the light and only realized that I was not with them when they arrived at Deadwood. An old boy with a Christian Motorcycle Association patch on his vest pulled up next to me and asked if I needed help. I told him about my clutch cable. He headed down to the ABC Emergency Service Center in Deadwood and came back with two other guys in a Suburban pulling a trailer. They took my bike to Fathead Choppers. I sat and waited while my bros went to Rapid City for the clutch cable. After waiting around for most of the day, they finally fixed my bike and we headed for home. After riding hard for two days, stopping well after dark, we arrived home safely Friday afternoon. If you chose to go to Sturgis, the ride is rough, but the experience is worth the trip. It's wid good time that you'