The Sturgis Motorcycle Rally
Days 220 – 222
August 5 – 7
Sturgis, South Dakota
We made it to Sturgis! As the Mecca of motorcycle pilgrimages, each
of us had dreamed for years of one day coming to the 500,000-strong motorcycle
rally. So when we found out that it was
on our route, we booked our tickets in advance.
And here we were. We camped at
the Buffalo Chip, arguably one of the best places to experience the races,
stunt shows, artwork, and concerts that the rally has to offer.
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| Lynzee can make any motorcycle look better. |
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| Hustler! |
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The Tiger is hiding among a line of Harley Davidson's.
It's like the lone deer in a herd of buffalo, wondering to itself: "I hope they
don't realize that I'm not a buffalo." |
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| Main street in Sturgis was crawling with bikes. |
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| Visiting nearby Mount Rushmore. |
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| Needle's eye rock formation in Custer. |
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| Placid lakes in Custer State Park. |
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| We did the zipline over the race track. Here was our view from the top. |
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| Don't mind us, just being stinking cute together. |
On our last night together, Lynyrd
Skynyrd was the staring act. And when the first chords of Free
Bird played, their closing song for the night, the crowd got in an uproar. I grabbed Lynzee’s hand and
rushed her to an open space in the crowd, holding her close in a slow dance
until the song picked up halfway through. We started whirling around, locking eyes and
holding close between spins. The song
climaxed, and we embraced one another; I knew that I was going to miss this
woman.
I dropped her off at the
airport the next morning. We stood in
the terminal until she needed to board her flight. Alone, I started my 1,500 mile journey to
Nashville, back to my regular-person life. My travels were over, and now it was time to move onto the next
stage of my life. I’m just happy to know
that Lynzee will be in it.
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| Best co-pilot I could ask for. |
