bikers. babes. bad decisions.

We bought this champagne way back at Wegmans (remember that?) thinking we were going to want to pop champagne and eat pizza our first night, but our relatively PG road trip thus far kept this sucker corked until now. 

K bar S Lodge. Campfire. Girl talk. Sparklers. 

PIZZA PARTY

During our trek through South Dakota, Sturgis is having their 71st biker rally.  We are in a whirlwind of motorcycles and leather.  The constant roar of engines was our soundtrack for 48 hours.  Our goal heading into "downtown" Keystone was to make friends and hopefully get a free ride.

We were the only non-bikers at this burlesque saloon bar, Ruby House.  Yes, it was intimidating, but I knew most of the words to the songs they played.  I figured my knowledge of rock'n'roll was appropriate cred for this joint.  Plus Gabbie wore cowboy boots, so we fit in just fine.

New boots via Wisconsin.

Cover band at Ruby House. This is a preview of 10.31.11

We can't remember his name. We think it's Pete. He bought us drinks and loved to chit chat. He recently bought a new motorcycle purley for the stereo. He played Cream - "That Smell" for me. We had a sing-a-long.

Another gem in the rough. 

The next morning we drove over to Mount Rushmore -which we could see from our lodge- before heading to Deadwood.  We weren't sure if we wanted to pay for parking/to get into the park, but the road we were on ended at the gates.  As I tried to pull to the side to decide, the angry traffic director aggressively waved his neon stick and gestured for us to get into the park.  Naturally I crumbled under intense authority in my indecisive state, but the teen collecting payment was well familiar of our situation and told us how to scoot out without paying. Thanks girl.  Good luck with your college applications!

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