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Page 10 of 20 DAY THREE - STURGIS, SOUTH DAKOTA Our routine was now set - up at 5:00 a.m., get dressed, scrounge something to eat, pack up the bike, warm it up and be on the road by 6:00 a.m. I really did not mind getting up that early, because we were going to reach Sturgis today. And spend three days in one place! We made it to Wyoming, stopped and had breakfast. Lunch came and went in some nameless town. We began spotting more and more groups of Harleys, all riding to Mecca and the City of Oz. A nod or a nonchalant wave of the left hand was sufficient to acknowledge our common goal. Our true Harley initiation came in Cheyenne Crossing, South Dakota. This outpost is located at the intersection of two highways, and it has been a beer stop and Harley hangout ever since the Black Hills Rally started. As we pulled into the parking lot, I was dazzled by the sheer number of Harleys - everything from stock motorcycles to custom bikes, with enough chrome to startle Elvis. We parked our "Hog" and shook out the road dust. The beer truck was right behind - what a welcome sight! The truck was owned and driven by none other than "Beer Boy Bob", the husband of Susan, who was riding her very own Heritage Soft Tail Classic. Beer Boy Bob had a very important job on the trip - to fix any bike that broke down, to carry spare parts, and to be at each beer stop with the ice chests full of cold cerveza. We all tipped our helmets to him at Cheyenne Crossing, because the dust of Wyoming still clogged our throats.
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