7.31.06 - Cleavage & Prairie Dogs

The weather station describes it as an upper level disturbance, but we're anything but disturbed about yesterday's 106 degrees plunging to the 50's by this morning. On a 7am ride from the Spearfish Ho-Jo, being greeted by cold rain during the last three miles was enough to make a person want to add a shot of tequila to the morning warmup cup of coffee. Sturgis is still quiet, and it's strange to see all that open space. It'll all be tents and titties in a week. Good to see some cleavage replace those nasty ass-cracks as the guys bust butt to get the infrastructure set up.

Speaking of cleavage, word is that chances are good that newlywed's Pam Anderson and Kid Rock, still honeymooning, will be together when he kicks some ass on the Buffalo Chip stage, not even a hundred yards from the ultra-plush, maximum security ABM compound here at the chip. After checking in, and being assigned a spot to crash, Doctor Corona made a not-so-suprising house call, and the rest of the afternoon was spent watching prarie dogs mate just the other side of the fence...lunchtime had come and gone...sitting on top of a 20 lb bag of Kingsford Briquettes, you get to wondering if the little suckers taste like chicken...a real hungry biker will eat anything!