“Well, Ole,” I said, “another rally is coming to an end. We’ve put a lot of miles on this year, haven’t we?
“Yah, you bet,” said Ole. “having all your bionic parts in order has made quite a difference. It’s nicer to be able to ride a couple of hours before we have to take a butt break.”
You see, Dear Friends, five years ago I had one hip replaced, two years later I ended up with a total knee replacement and last November the second hip went under the knife. Prior to that it was very painful to sit on the back of the bike for longer than a half hour at a time, and very difficult to get on and off due to knee issues. And besides that – I’m worth a lot more now as all these replacement parts are made from titanium!! $$$ Doc told me they’ll last longer than I will – that’s kind of a scary thought (snicker). So riding without pain other than a numb backside is almost a new experience and quite enjoyable.
The campground emptied out a lot today. There’s still a few diehards here that will all be pulling out tomorrow I’m sure. All our company left this morning, along with our Arizona friends, Dave and Karen and their friend Jackie, who was VERY entertaining over the week. She’s from Boston originally and has a great sense of humor. She can and did keep us laughing throughout the week.
Fortunately, we stuck close today and didn’t wander any farther than downtown Sturgis. I finished my Emily shopping and then found a parking spot on the street and people watched for awhile. Sitting on the bench behind our bike we visited with some very nice and interesting people. The old gentleman who was parked next to our bike had ridden in from Denver with his chocolate lab on the back of his bike. The poor old gal was 9 years old and crippled up with arthritis but wasn’t willing to stay home and made the trip in a large wire cage that kept her safe on the road. She also had doggy goggles – and her Sturgis neckerchief. She’s made the trip with her owner every year since she was a pup. Poor Nala has to stay back in camp in the RV and keep the burglars out when we’re gone. And boy – does she do her job well. One of the neighbors came to the door last night needing Tony’s assistance with something and when she knocked on the door I thought Nala was going to go through the screen! Believe me, no one will break into THIS camper! She’s also very protective of our campsite and knows exactly where the boundaries are. Ross, the owner of the campground, stopped over one evening to visit (we’ve stayed here since the campground opened so we’ve gotten acquainted with him) and commented several times on how well behaved Nala is. He wishes all the dogs that are brought along would behave like her.
Anyway, as I started to say, it’s a good thing we stuck close today. We were sitting on Main Street kind of watching the weather that was moving in from west. The local radio station broadcasts on Main Street and all of a sudden they started talking about storms moving in with 60 mph winds. So, I convinced Ole that we needed to head for home (ya think?). We had no more than gotten on the bike and about a block down the street and it started to rain. About the time he dropped me off at the grocery store and he headed for the local off sale, the sky opened up, the wind started to blow, it rained in sheets and then it started to hail. It rained so hard you could hardly see the cars parked in the parking lot. Fortunately I was in the grocery store at the time and he had made it to the inside of the off sale. We waited until the worst of it had blown over and then headed for home managing to get pretty wet before we reached our destination. It rained so hard that a portion of the gravel road leading to our campground was underwater. By the time we reached our RV we were mud up to our knees and wet down to our britches. But I told Ole I didn’t melt so it was okay. I would recover.
I have to tell you about a little old granny that I met at the gas station the other day. Ole was filling the tanks and I happen to glance over and see a florescent hot pink trike pull into the parking lot and off hopped a little old lady with gray hair all tucked up in a bun on top of her head. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and drew a lot of attention, not because she was “hot” but because of her bike and her age. I walked over to visit with her a bit and she told me she was 78 years old and had ridden her trike all the way from some little town in eastern Nebraska. Everyone just swarmed over her – she got more attention than the young women on Main Street that were busy showing their tatas!!
Sorry I haven’t taken more pictures this year – I haven’t even taken my camera along on any of our rides. We’ve been down here so many times that I just am interested in enjoying the ride and not trying to document it anymore. I’ll leave that for the newbies that ride around with their jaws hanging down to the ground at what they see.
So this ends another chapter in the Adventures of Ole and Lena and the 75th anniversary of the Sturgis motorcycle rally.