It took two driving days to get to Sturgis and then to a camping ground about 17 miles outside of the city proper. This took a bit of winding roads to get there but wielding the beast and the trailered bike were not on my mind. It was the curvy roads getting into the campsite. Along the way, packs of bikers were heading down through the curves leaving nothing but their throaty sound and the pings of jealousy inside me. But soon. Soon.
We got our RV's parked in their respective spots. But not without a little notice from the Owner/Manager who beheld the "Scotty" and exclaimed to Clark "Who's is that!". At first it was thought we broke a little biker protocol and were now sentenced to exile from our sweet oasis. But it turned out that Troy (Manager) also was in possession of a "Scotty" RV. This vehicle is turning into a regular conversation starter. Troy was not going to allow this situation to go without response, so he disappeared, then 25 minutes later an older, more seasoned "Scotty" drove up. He had done some neat modifications at which we toured each other’s RV's.
Settle in, and with Greg and John now at camp from their drive from Colorado, we had nothing to do but wait for tomorrow while quaffing beers and pulling on a Cigar or two. Tomorrow is the great baptism at the biker mecca.