We left Wyoming on Friday to spend Saturday at the Sturgis Rally. It's hard for me to describe my fascination with the annual rally in Sturgis. It's a homecoming and familiar destination with many great memories made over the past nine years we've attended. The unpredictability of the elements and riding in the Black Hills always keeps things interesting. Then there's all the bikes and people on center stage on Main Street to watch. The trip ended with a bang (literally) when my tire went flat 200 miles from home. I guess if things are going to go bad, it might as well happen on the last day. A friend came to the rescue with a trailer and we finally made it home Monday morning at 4:30 a.m. Sure was hard to make it in to work that day.
