8.9.06 - Drunk Chicks Love Me...
Full moon over Sturgis. Hells Angels and the Outlaws shot it out in Custer State Park. Six Outlaws were shot down. Daytona chapter is a block down the street from my local bike shop. They live there, bikes parked out front on the street...they ain't exactly bowling buddies, but never hassled, or shot me nasty looks... it's said Outlaws and Hells Angels are sworn enemys, and almost anything can set off a small war...ABM goes to Hulett, Wyoming tomorrow, for "No Panties Wednesday", a nice little gathering which may (or may not) be tied, directly, (or not), to the Hells Angels...they roast whole pigs, and everyone eats for free, (if you live long enough to exit the buffet line, but hey, we didn't come all the way out here to knit a damm sweater). So far, four highway deaths, just under 200 hospital visits, 200 dui's, and 1100 citations.
Gretchen Wilson started her set forty minutes late. She did "When I think About Cheatin", as couples hugged and swayed in time with the song...coulda lived without seeing that..Nearly 11 pm as Lynyrd Skynyrd came on, and the crowd was electrified. During "Curtis Lowe", fans had the palms of their hands high in the air, facing the band, and for a moment, it was like being at a giant tent revival. Most of the crowd was either not born, or too young to have known what they were listening to when "Street Survivors" was released, yet, they knew every word, to every song. Gretchen came back and sang backup with the two Lynyrd girls, but the mix wasn't anything really special, and the backing vocals were buried along w/the keyboards. Rain held off...the "tittie cam" was back on. Roving live pic's of exposed flesh, on four jumbotrons. Thank god for modern technology. Now, it's possible to see titties from anywhere in the house! On the path back up to the ABM compound, we were treated to a guy attempting a burnout with his bagger, on a narrow footbridge. Bike swung wildly, he lost control, and took out the last two poles. Just up the path, some really drunk dudes were handing out.."free shots...we got free whiskey..for free" Like trying to give away tap water. Another guy is wearing a tee shirt that says... "Drunk Chicks Love Me." A 5th grade Seattle school teacher is baring her tiny breasts, sticking her ass in anyone's face, dancing for a hundred guys, 10 are taking her picture...all in a fifty yard stroll...and that's what it's like in Sturgis under a full moon.
Gretchen Wilson started her set forty minutes late. She did "When I think About Cheatin", as couples hugged and swayed in time with the song...coulda lived without seeing that..Nearly 11 pm as Lynyrd Skynyrd came on, and the crowd was electrified. During "Curtis Lowe", fans had the palms of their hands high in the air, facing the band, and for a moment, it was like being at a giant tent revival. Most of the crowd was either not born, or too young to have known what they were listening to when "Street Survivors" was released, yet, they knew every word, to every song. Gretchen came back and sang backup with the two Lynyrd girls, but the mix wasn't anything really special, and the backing vocals were buried along w/the keyboards. Rain held off...the "tittie cam" was back on. Roving live pic's of exposed flesh, on four jumbotrons. Thank god for modern technology. Now, it's possible to see titties from anywhere in the house! On the path back up to the ABM compound, we were treated to a guy attempting a burnout with his bagger, on a narrow footbridge. Bike swung wildly, he lost control, and took out the last two poles. Just up the path, some really drunk dudes were handing out.."free shots...we got free whiskey..for free" Like trying to give away tap water. Another guy is wearing a tee shirt that says... "Drunk Chicks Love Me." A 5th grade Seattle school teacher is baring her tiny breasts, sticking her ass in anyone's face, dancing for a hundred guys, 10 are taking her picture...all in a fifty yard stroll...and that's what it's like in Sturgis under a full moon.
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