Stugis is as free as you want it, as long as steven tylers still a drunk and falls off the stage

Easily one of the longest days yet and not just because we are about to ride into the mecca of conservative harley town riding matching BMW with sweet mustaches but also cause we put close 450 miles behind us. Left Thermopolis went through this great winding canyon and up to a pass which reminded me of my time spent on the moon cause in the sun it was 70 and when you went through the shadows it would drop to 40. As we got closer to ground zero, we took a quick detour to a pre-biker rally known simply as the "ham and jam" were we stocked up on free brisket sandwiches, checked out fat biker chicks who were just wearing ass less chaps and got prepared for what I will later be know as the greatest source of debatchery since kim jung ill's batchlor party. We stopped by devils tower to take a quick peak (gonna climb it summer 10' let me know), and joined our first biker parade towards sturgis. Half way there we got fed up with smell harly girls and took a short cut through the hills that another BMW rider had suggested. Little did he know that we are completely unable to listen to directions and wound up right back into the biker pack we had attempted to elude...tricky. We rolled up to Sturgis and were in aw at the thousands of leather shops, fat bikers, topless little girls, and bikes lining the streets for miles four rows deep. We choose a spot tight spot right between two of the most expensive bikes we could find, mixed up a couple of seagrams and Seven-up and proceeded to have no clue were to go. Two blocks down the street I realized that once again I had left my keys in the ignition which turned into a blessing because we passed by a bar know as "The Knuckle" and heard that there was going to be mma amateur fighting and it started in 5 minutes. An even fatter drunker danny deveto came on stage and started holllering that everyone should sign up to fight cause its really fun and no one gets hurt. Wait a minute it a fighting match and no one get hurt, danny I will take my free drink elsewhere if I wont see someone get creamed. Then I layed eyes on the grand master thor himself steppin over to the signup desk. He was steve goldburg if he was a foot and at this point I start saying words of encouragement to my companion such as "man he's probably so slow", and " bet you could dance around the guy"...that is unless he connected with a single punch. We thor ended up getting taken out in his second round by an even bigger monster and as the blood started to spill and the whiskey took its hold more and more girls ended up taking off the shirts and riding the machanical bull right next to the ring, Glorious. A few hours later when all the fighters were either drunk being led away by medical professionals we decided to bite the bullet and find a campsite at a place known as "the Buffalo chip". I say bite the bullet because it was 70 bucks to camp and see aerosmith, and because you get paid 20$ to watch Aerosmith because they are so horrible its like spending 90 bucks to camp in the rain. We parked our bikes in the farthest reaches of the parking let (a 4 acre field) broke into the homemade booze that had been fermenting in my saddle bags for the last two weeks, divided the last of the seagrams into water bottles and headed to the concert with thunder pounding and the lightning guiding our way. On the walk over we realized that we both hated aerosmith and that we couldn't go back on our agreement to pay for camping so we started hopping fence. Two chain links and two barbwires later we were in the middle of the VIP section, getting a few weird look but with a few well aimed winks and promises of mustache rides we got into the concert. At this point we got seperated and the effects of homemade booze and gulps on seagrams hit me and said adios to the crowd and headed to the bikes where I set out my bag and tarp 20 yards deeper into the field. Luke in the mean time was cruising the show watching bikers line up with their hogs to enter this caged in area where they peel out their bikes until their tire or engine blow. Not the brightest stars in the sky. Luke stumbled back to the bikes a few songs later, but not until Steven Tyler successful fell off the stage...smooth. I woke up again to my old friend thundershower in the heaves of a good time, a little disoreiented I wandered back to the bikes to see Lukes sleeping bag layed out prime for the fluffin. Silly goose I thought he left his back out while he was at the show I'll just have to pack it up for him. Nope, he was deep asleep completly drenched and in the throughs of another dog dream with his feet kickin and soft yipping. We set up the tarp and awoke to the parking lot completly empty but the knowledge that the concert and camp actually cost 120$ and after stevo fell off the stage the show was canceled. Oh Sturgis how can we ever thank you .