8.12.06 - Deep Fried Fun
Still buzzed from the James Gang, we're in 70's mode, blasting throug the desert,
...Soon, we'll leave for the Colorado High Country. Tomorrow will be our last report from Sturgis, South Dakota--We'll look back over the two weeks we've been here on tomorrow's blog, so be sure to check in.
Talked to a Biiiigggggg girl...in the early days, she would get into fights in biker bars because everyone assumed, back in the seventies, if a woman rode, she was a lesbian. She toughed it out with the VP of a Biker Club, beat the hell out of him-she's one of many who frequent the 25 or so picnic tables at the "World's Longest Happy Hour" here, dollar hot dogs, dollar beer-buy a Chip mug for a buck, it's refillable et al, for a buck. The Miller Light, and it's good, bubby, and not flat. (the Cornonas ran out).--Dropping by at 11am for a quick one before doing a vendor interview, we popped back in on the return trip at 2:00pm, and noticed many of the 11am bikers were still there, toasting, and keeping the keg lady busy. The real bikers, the ones who change their own oil, are still here. Vagabonds, with no particular place to go, hang out to the bitter end each year, making new friends, hooking up again in August for story-swapping, and good times. Some will head for the big Cripple Creek Veteran's rally along with ABM...One middle class Seattle lady confirms; They bought a house just over the border in Wyoming , so they could spend time riding, away from the Washington scene, with it's rude drivers, and lack of sunshine. One Texas biker tried to get into Canada through Glacier National Park,
and had to turn back--snow, sleet, just too cold. (this is..August?)
There are believed to be more than 2,000 members of the Hells Angels in the USA, and perhaps an equal number of Outlaws. How can they be "allowed" to carry concealed weapons? Because, last time I checked, THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY. Absent a felony conviction, anyone is free to apply for a concealed weapon's permit, and several states honor each other's right to carry. Meanwhile, a woman who was gunned down in the shootout, says she has no ties to either motorcycle club. The Prime Rib and Crab buffet at Deadwood's First Gold...(burp)..(burp)...Needed a block 'n' tackle to get my right leg over the mc seat. The deep fried Walleye Pike was good too.. Ate too damm much..(burp)..Young crowd for Alice in Chains last night. They played an hour and 45 minute set for wildy enthusiastic fans. Total nudity was observed by ABM, it got a little weird..
Lonesome Males: Wandering Main street alone, as their ladies get tat's...One lady proclaimed she'd waited 15 years, as she proudly displayed her new tatoo..
(overheard at the campground....) "What's the difference between a drug dog, and a drug cat...?---A DRUG CAT FINDS YOUR SHIT, & COVERS IT UP.
He rode here alone: Biker married a lady who had no use for motorcyles. He begged her to try to get into riding. She thought all a motorcycle was good for, was to drive around the block in curlers, to dry her hair. WHAT A BITCH!
...Soon, we'll leave for the Colorado High Country. Tomorrow will be our last report from Sturgis, South Dakota--We'll look back over the two weeks we've been here on tomorrow's blog, so be sure to check in.
Talked to a Biiiigggggg girl...in the early days, she would get into fights in biker bars because everyone assumed, back in the seventies, if a woman rode, she was a lesbian. She toughed it out with the VP of a Biker Club, beat the hell out of him-she's one of many who frequent the 25 or so picnic tables at the "World's Longest Happy Hour" here, dollar hot dogs, dollar beer-buy a Chip mug for a buck, it's refillable et al, for a buck. The Miller Light, and it's good, bubby, and not flat. (the Cornonas ran out).--Dropping by at 11am for a quick one before doing a vendor interview, we popped back in on the return trip at 2:00pm, and noticed many of the 11am bikers were still there, toasting, and keeping the keg lady busy. The real bikers, the ones who change their own oil, are still here. Vagabonds, with no particular place to go, hang out to the bitter end each year, making new friends, hooking up again in August for story-swapping, and good times. Some will head for the big Cripple Creek Veteran's rally along with ABM...One middle class Seattle lady confirms; They bought a house just over the border in Wyoming , so they could spend time riding, away from the Washington scene, with it's rude drivers, and lack of sunshine. One Texas biker tried to get into Canada through Glacier National Park,
and had to turn back--snow, sleet, just too cold. (this is..August?)
There are believed to be more than 2,000 members of the Hells Angels in the USA, and perhaps an equal number of Outlaws. How can they be "allowed" to carry concealed weapons? Because, last time I checked, THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY. Absent a felony conviction, anyone is free to apply for a concealed weapon's permit, and several states honor each other's right to carry. Meanwhile, a woman who was gunned down in the shootout, says she has no ties to either motorcycle club. The Prime Rib and Crab buffet at Deadwood's First Gold...(burp)..(burp)...Needed a block 'n' tackle to get my right leg over the mc seat. The deep fried Walleye Pike was good too.. Ate too damm much..(burp)..Young crowd for Alice in Chains last night. They played an hour and 45 minute set for wildy enthusiastic fans. Total nudity was observed by ABM, it got a little weird..
Lonesome Males: Wandering Main street alone, as their ladies get tat's...One lady proclaimed she'd waited 15 years, as she proudly displayed her new tatoo..
(overheard at the campground....) "What's the difference between a drug dog, and a drug cat...?---A DRUG CAT FINDS YOUR SHIT, & COVERS IT UP.
He rode here alone: Biker married a lady who had no use for motorcyles. He begged her to try to get into riding. She thought all a motorcycle was good for, was to drive around the block in curlers, to dry her hair. WHAT A BITCH!
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