Being a Free Bird To Sturgis And Back. It’s What Is All About.

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“Hey Cyril, How about blasting at 90 mph to Sturgis and back on a left-over parts homebuilt chopper with everything you need to survive bungied on. You alone, putting your faith in your efforts with no back-up truck followin’ ya. Motor homes with trailers, yuppies [Wild Hogs] on baggers, all in a blur as you fly past them on a lonely two-lane backroads highway [homey don't do interstates]. Not all bunnys and rainbows as you fix things on your pony.

Through the course of the week I replaced my battery [had to buy one out there even though I had 4 on the shelf back at my shop], replace my clutch [3 hours to go 2 miles to the Chip from Sturgis will play hell on any clutch, finally gave out on Needles Highway], Rebuilt front brakes and master cylinder [gotta slow that puppy down somehow], rejetted the carb for altitude, and breather issues [just wipe it down at yer gas stops and 'keep on jammin'].

I’ve been going to Sturgis on 40 years now. Back then there weren’t any “Welcome Bikers” signs. They hated to see us come [maybe 5 to 10 thousand of us] on our old scooters we found in barns and chicken coups [that's where I got mine, a 1948 panhead for $250., burst into flames the first five miles I rode it, but that's a whole 'nuther story]. Grateful to have made the journey after breaking down a half dozen times to get there. Fixing them with bailing wire and matchbooks. We would take over city park and raise hell for a week before seein’ if our putts would get us home again.

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Cheers,
Speed