You just won't believe it! Bikers everywhere. Doing stuff-sometimes naughty-but always in a difinite party mode. Motorcycles almost outnumber cars and the low rumble is constantly changing volume. Like wolves, they're usually in packs prowling the beautiful scenic drives and chasing from one venue to the next. Seems like millions of them-an envasion in the Black Hills for the last 71 years.
Our campground is loaded-sometimes the park and sometimes the occupants. Unbeliveably they have squeezed more campers that ride in here before-numbers are down this year. There are million dollar rigs here to people sleeping in vans, tents and utility trailers. We've been told this is the quietest campground around and a police car sits at the entrance all night to keep it that way.
We see some tricked out bikes. But I wonder if this guy just couldn't make up his mind what he wanted to drive. What do you think? Elroy and I were passing a similar crazy mock cycle, The Pink Elephant, on one of our many walks when he decides to tinkle on the front tire. OMG! The leather clad and bearded tough looking owner is just over there as I'm tugging on the leash to escape with thoughts of bodily harm and or humilation. (you know their reputation) In fear of consequences, I gratefully noticed that he is busy talking to a friend and didn't even notice us. So if you ever see a really wierd looking motorcycle named The Pink Elephant, tell him Elroy sends his regards.
People watching is great. Can't believe how many trikes, 3 wheeled motorcycles, there are here and how many women are driving big machines. They come in all sizes but generally in the plump mature set. Activities last for 3 weeks-didn't know they are still partying 1 week before and after the official dates. Well if you could take advantage of entertainment at the famous Buffalo Chip, bikini cycle wash, bras for charity, pitchfork fondue, full throttle saloon, wall of death, bloody mary biker buffet breakfast, drag compeitions, get loud party, demos, displays, tours, beer belly contest, daisy duke contest, hangover contest, exhibits, stunt riders, burnout contest, motorcycle jump and world record attempts, machine gun shooting, and half naked girls and shameless old women. . . .you'd be tempted too.
Some of the campgrounds charge up to $150 a night and the local restaurants and stores all raise their prices. Even the local TV stations daily list the emergency room visits, deaths and DUI's. Got to show you a couple more pictures and then have to make sure Ron's heart isn't beating too fast.
