8.8.06 - You Gonna Eat That?

Relagated to a cup of 100% bran, and 6 ounces of skim milk, it's total hell to be sitting right across this picnic table from a 5'9", 120 lb woman with beautiful breasts. She's just finished a whole f'in plate of bacon & eggs, and is now in the process of lighting up a cowboy killer. Jesus, what I wouldn't give to be 20 again...Sturgis is packed. At 9am, everyone here was trying to get out to ride, and grab breakfast, clogging the only way out of town. Cop inside a patrol car, jammed into the mass, with his face buried in his hand said it all..Hundeds of tatoo artists are staying busy. They'll do any tat, anywhere on your bod, so long as it isn't racist, or has really foul language. They don't draw the line so far as body parts go, one guy dropped his pants to get a TAIL TATOOED ON HIS ASS. Tat artist told us it was embarrasing for the both of them...We're hearing that the helmet law in California is damm near history--according to bikers we interviewed, some sections of the state have already quit enforcement...A dozen people with phones in hand, begging their friends to see them on the Sturgis webcam, & the nuthouse that is Main street was so overflowing with people, by late morning, the sidewalks were useless, but it's not quite noisy enough yet--while we wait for the really hardcore bikers to arrive, I'm making as much racket as 110 horspower will allow. A lot of "STURGIS VIRGINS" are in town, and they need to be shown how to raise hell, and for god's sake, please don't wear the Sturgis shirt you just bought...take it home, THEN put it on! And now, the weather--AGAIN. It's hit our music hours twice in two nights, and that sucks. Lightning filled the Black Hills sky, twisting and turning not unlike a Christmas ribbon. A freak summer storm hit Deadwood this afternoon, --NOAA weather radio warned of golf-ball sized hail, trapping thousands of bikers in the southern hills until late afternoon. At the edge of darkness, George Thorogood rocked the crowd, the sky threatened before Montgomery Gentry, and thinned as big drops fell. Horizontal lightning? Yes. Like a ribbon in the sky. Fifteen minutes into Montgomery Gentry's set IT FREAKIN' POURED. A retreat to the dryness & safety of the ultra-plush, maximum-security ABM compound was in order. Man, that bacon smells good...you gonna eat that...?