By Chuck Woodbury
This is my neighbor in the RV park. There’s at least one motorcycle in the trailer, probably two. I don’t know what else is in there. It’s August 1, and the giant Sturgis motorcycle rally will get underway in two days about 100 miles from where I am in Wall. Sturgis is just west of Rapid City, South Dakota, in the Black Hills, not far from Mt. Rushmore.
The rally organizers claim that a half million motorcyclists show up for the 10-day gathering. I can tell you that I have seen at least a couple thousand motorcycles on I-90 in the last few days. With maybe a quarter of the bikes a woman sits behind a guy, who drives, and hangs on. They talk with headsets. It’s always guys in front. In my entire life I do not believe I have ever seen a man behind, holding on to a woman who’s at the helm.
I bet there were 1,000 motorcycles in Badlands National Park the other day when I visited. They were almost always in groups: three, four, five riders, sometimes up to a dozen. In the Wall Drug soda fountain the other day, Gail and I sat a few feet away from a table with six Hells Angels from Pennsylvania. They just talked quietly, no evidence of bad behavior.
But the rally is not just about outlaw-type bikers. There are doctors, lawyers, scientists, teachers. . . you name it. I’m told the town is pretty orderly during the event, which seems to defy logic when you think of all those bikers all crowded together with beer a major player in the festivities.
This particular motorhome/trailer combination in my park is a pretty common sight these days. People want to take everything with them. Sometimes when you look into a trailer like this one there’s a little car, a motorcycle, ATV or maybe even a workshop of some kind.
If someone has the urge to roam, with an RV and big trailer like this they don’t need to go without many of their favorite possessions or give up hobbies that require equipment of some sort.