Up to half a million people – in a good year – are wont to jam into Sturgis, a town of 6,500 people during the rest of the year.
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Short trips
For I’ll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, bye, bye. – Mort Dixon
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Over the last six years I had become accustomed to riding almost every day, but with this winter’s riding layoff I knew that my skills would be rusty.
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But then it started. Wind. High wind. Strong wind. Wind blowing at least 60 miles an hour. Across the panhandle. Across New Mexico. It was a bitch of a ride to Albuquerque.
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A late lunch at the Crow Creek Tavern where we could watch the motorcycles passing by ended the afternoon.
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