They’re Everywhere; They’re Everywhere!

I made a mistake yesterday. I took my visiting grandson to Hill City.

Let me hasten to explain that going to Hill City is not ordinarily a mistake. It’s a pleasant and lively town with several don’t-miss tourist attractions, including the 1880 Train and one of the best places to eat in the Black Hills. The Black Hills Institute, the objective of our visit yesterday, has an incredible display of fossils and dinosaur skeletons and is a perfect place to take a grandkid.

It wasn’t our destination that was in error. It was our timing. It’s Rally Week—that time every August when the more xenophobic residents of the Black Hills either leave town or else stock up on groceries and stay off the roads. The bikers are here. And there. And everywhere.

Let me hasten to explain again that I have nothing against motorcyclists per se. Half a dozen of my closest friends are bikers—or at least people who ride motorcycles. (Why, by the way, do you suppose people who ride motorcycles are called "bikers" while people who ride bicycles are called "cyclists?")

What I have a problem with is crowds. My reaction to the bikers is the same one I would have if they were all cowboys or quilters or Congressmen—all of which some of the bikers undoubtedly are. I’m sure they are great people. There are just too dang many of them in one place.

During World War II, the British had a saying about the American soldiers in England: the only thing wrong with the Yanks was that they were "overpaid, oversexed, and over here." That’s the way I feel about all the visitors this week. The only thing wrong with the bikers is that they’re out in force, out to party, and out here.

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  1. bg 1

    Love your comments. I had a great time with the bikers while helping raise money for the W.H. Over museum here in town. They look awful, with the beards, leather, tattoes, but I found by looking into their eyes, they are really not as crazy as they look. I know they must have money to afford those fancy bikes, and lots of them have trailers behind fancy pickups, costing big buck. They were very generous when paying for the pancake breakfast we offered, some dropping in $10. There was one glaring exception, and that was a tough broad who was either a great actress or really one gal that was really far out. Frank

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