46th Annual Black Hills
Ral~_
Keepin' alive at
Sturgi~
By Richard Creed
Let's get one thing straight right off. What
we're talking about here is not your average,
run-of-the-mill motorcycle event. No way.
Forget about all the hype and hoopla from
Daytona; it's a ticket commando's playground.
Aspencade? Go chuck your
lunch; Capital "'A" boredom.
Loudon? Yeah, sure, if you're into
pegs hilling pavement and goonies
rumbling through your campfire.
ope. The'r ain't no comparison.
What we are talkin about here is a
good old-fashioned coming together
of the tribes for a pow-wow, a reunion
of the spirit, a reaHirmation of a
diverse yet singular style of living-.
This year a record numberof cyclists
made the turn onto Sturgis, South
Dakota's Main Street and entered a
week long two wheeled utopia that
was, save for three traffic fatalities,
almosttolally without incident. True,
there was a murder in Spearfish,
about 20 miles away, that the Rapid
City media tried to pin on the rally,
but with problems at their own Central States Fair making headlines. per-
