You get to ride and ride...and not have to deal with hills, vertigo, sudden drops, curves, swerves and turns. Just flat road stretching through the flat South Dakota fields chock-full with motorcyclists. Remember how I wrote that I used to give that cool "guy like me" wave when I passed a fellow motorcyclist? Well, now there are so many headed for Sturgis that I don't even blink an eye. Mostly guys, hairy, bald, bad, paunchy, tattoed, wearing vest and heavy belt buckles and from now on, whenever guys tease me or other women about shopping and our love of accessories I will point out these Harleys decked out with so many leather chotchkehs hanging from under the rear wheel and strings and flame-looking metals around the mirros and little stuffed animals...
And we ran into a gang of Hells Angels from California at one stop...I kept my eyes lowered as I passed them. They looked and sounded s-c-a-r-y...
Now we are in Sioux Falls, having crossed what we thought should have been the end of a state only to discover that we are still in South Dakota, never-ending and green...Tomorrow we have a long ride to Kansas City where I will get my hair cut and see Ari, who has not cut his hair in a year!
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