Sturgis was all we thought it might be. Absolutely Fantastic. The people, staff, entertainment, and camp grounds were awesome.
We packed up our camp and cruised out of Sturgis via the small town of Deadwood, the home and resting place of Wyatt Earp. Making our way out of the Black Hills around Sturgis we again ran into some bike trouble. Fortunately the Bus and the local Highway patrol were there to help. We rode through the grasslands to a small town of Casper were we stayed the night before heading to Salt Lake City.
We hit Salt Lake City with Marshall's bike in the bus with a problem with the primary. We stayed there the night while a local Harley dealership fixed it for us. We left for Vegas in the afternoon of Hamish's 40th birthday.
What a way to spend it. Riding into Vegas, at night on your own custom made chopper!
Herbie at the deadwood museum
Evel Knievel's bike
Pete at the hotel where Wyatt Earp was assassinated
As soon as we had bike trouble or stopped, the highway patrol were always only 5 minutes away
the vast grasslands of the mid west
Marsh's bike ended up back in the bus, which give Georgie a break from driving
riding into night with the sun going down was something else
giving our fellow riders the bikie salute
cruising into Salt Lake City, less the Helmets
the blind leading the blind
the coolest cop car ever
VEGAS!!!
checking in at the hotel after a big days ride..
