Being the grandson and son of bikers, it means I've been to Sturgis.
Thrice when I was riding.
First on a Honda VF500 Interceptor and last two on an GODS-FORSAKEN-PIECE-OF-SHIT-AMF-SPORTSER.
The ride was far more miserable on that Sportster than the Interceptor. I still thank the Gods that it only had a 1.5 gallon tank so I got to stop often and get gas. Everything was numb from the vibration.
But the experience at the destination was surreal in the difference.
I could park that fucking Sportster anywhere I could find a space.
The Honda? Best be prepared to hoof it.
Dad snuck his Yamaha XS650 in that year because he'd stripped off anything from it that said RICE and the big springer front end disguised it's nature. People were asking if it was a Triumph!
I don't know why this bubbled up.
