Woo buddy! Close to the end of our $, the end of our gas. . . but goin' strong. Hit Sturgis, missed the bike rally by a week or two. Crazy little town has a bar on every corner, and a few every other store front. Excuse me, a Saloon, not a bar. Enough tattoo and piercing joints to choke a pony. There is this crazy bar called knuckles that is tiered and looks like a biker-good-time.
Standing inline at the post office a crusty ol' biker type walks right up to me, puts me a little off guard by the little personal space he gave me, "you are so beautiful!" . . . pause . . . stare . . . "my goodness", then walked out the door. Crazy bikers! Explored Sturgis a bit then hit the road. Stopped in the middle-of-no-where-south-dakota at a rest stop to take a breather and noticed (thanks to a passer-by) that we had a flat tire on the trailer. Ugh. Took the tire off, threw it in the truck, disconnected the trailer, drove to the next town, had an ol' farmer at the farmer's union oil fix it for us, then drove back, put the tire back on. . . . and we're off. Minus extra funds and gas, still smiling. Found lovely Al's Oasis, parked out-back, and smiles are much bigger. Hoping for Indiana tomorrow or the next to visit Reuben's gram and other relatives.
Not only are we still talking to each other, but we're having a lot of fun. Who'da' thought?!
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