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Sturgis...


Yeah...killer timing. Our one shot at a family vacation...and it falls during the same week as the "Sturgis Motorcyle Rally".


I'll admit. I was a little leary of this whole Rally thing. But...I've gotta say, these bikers are some pretty nice people. Gosh...and I expected them to be bar brawlin' drunks! ;)


It's been pretty fun, actually, seeing all these bikes comin' and goin' in big groups...

And then...there are those who try to keep up with the Jones'...

You'll always have a couple of those in the group. ;)

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  1. I think I'd be weary of a family vacation there too, I've seen footage that makes it look like a 24/7 filming of girls gone wild.
    But as much as motorcyles scare me (as in having people I love ride them scares em) they are so cool looking and made for awesome photos!!!
    Glad they're behaving themselves around you and you guys are having a good time!

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  2. I have found that most bikers are really just letting their gruff personality hang out on the weekend. Biking, the serious kind, takes LOTS of MOOLAH, so most of them are well off and just enjoy being able to feel the wind in their faces.

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  3. It was only after my husband started riding a few years ago that I realized those scary biker dudes are really big teddy bears at heart. They have good hearts, well most of them anyway...it's just sad that we are so scared of them! LOL Glad you had a good experience!

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  4. Ha ha ha! Stereotypes aren't always correct.
    I've been to Sturgis for the bike rally 2 times in my life. Once when I was 8 and again when I was 12.
    My mom bought her motorcycle in 1993. She's never been a scary or crazy "biker chick".
    I have a unique perspective because I grew up around it I guess, but to me, most "bikers" are really great people. A lot of the groups are active in their community. Around here at least, there are always "rides" going on to benefit Children's Hospital or Toys for Tots, etc. :)
    Glad you had a good experience.

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  5. My brother rides a bike and like Katie said it's all about what you've been exposed to--not a mean bone in his body (besides he's rail thin and has no facial hair to fit the typical image-I just posted a family pic if you have a chance to visit my blog). Once he invited all of his biker friends to my sister's house for a birthday cookout and her neighbors thought the Hell's Angels had descended on their peaceful little neighborhood. My sister's street looked kind of like your first photo on a little smaller scale. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the police! LOL. Glad y'all had fun (I'm from Texas, remember, I can say that.) Beware of the missing seat on the bike to the right! That'd make for a rude awakening. -EW http://eastlynandcompany.blogspot.com

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  6. I was wondering if you had gone for the Rally or what. This year was the 70th Anniversary too! lol Daytime bikers are great people, those bar drunken brawlers tend to come out at night! I've been once, about 11yrs ago and it truly is an amazing site to see!

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  7. Bikers are good peeps! Says the blogger whose father rides a Harley. :)

    Hope you enjoyed your vacation!

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  8. Love the photos! It's cool to see all the bikes lined up. I'd be the person trying to keep up with the Jones!

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  9. LOL, I am glad it isn't turning out to be a bad thing! I love the shot of the bicycles. I love Harley's just not when they drive by my house and wake up my sleeping baby LOL.

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  10. I have a friend who used to go to work Sturgis every year as a bartender and she loved it - she said the money was great and the bikers were always a blast! I always wanted to go, but just never got the chance... so much fun though lady!

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