Even though the rally was over, we decided to make the pilgrimage to Sturgis. None of us had been there, but felt like even though the rally was over, it was worth making the trip to see the town and maybe even buy a t-shirt or something. Another beautiful ride from Deadwood to Sturgis and we found ourselves on Main Street wondering how over a million people fit into this otherwise quiet little town during the Sturgis Rally.
After a quick stop at the the Harley store, where I bought a hat and Kelly bought a shirt or two, we walked around town to visit the museum, wander through a few stores, and have some lunch. I could imagine how crowded it was the week before we got there and was glad we avoided the mass of humanity.
After spending a couple of hours in Sturgis we headed over to Spearfish and the long way home to Deadwood via the Spearfish Scenic Byway. This is another one of those 20 or so rides that are all fighting for a spot on my top five list of favorites. It was a great little ride that was about 120 miles too short. I love these canyon rides and could spend all day long enjoying the rhythm of a canyon road that loosely follows the path of the river that carved it.
It should be no surprise that the old downtown of Deadwood reminded me of the town square in Jackson, Wyoming. Except that Jackson doesn’t boast the No. 10 Saloon where Wild Bill Hickok was shot in the back while playing cards by the coward Jack McCall. The street and the saloon has changed a lot since 1876, but it still boasts an old west vibe.
Although none of us sat at a gaming table to try our hand at the game of chance Wild Bill was playing when shot in the back, both Chris and Kelly took a pull or two on one of the many one-armed bandits that were part of the saloon today. The closest I got to a poker game was the purchase of a poker chip at Deadwood Harley to add to my collection.