As of this writing it is less than 48 hours before I hop on my motor scooter and head out for my nearly annual trip to Sturgis and the Black Hills of South Dakota and Wyoming.
I say “nearly” annual, because some years, like last year, I do not go. Last year it was because of an unavoidable (according to my wife) family reunion with her side of the family. Truth be told, we had a wonderful time at the lake, with in-laws and outlaws from the Midwestern prairie and the California coast.
But I did miss my annual bike