Bandit's Ride 2016 Sturgis - Our man Bandit heads to Sturgis each year to get a good 2-wheel ride in and meet up with his Hamster buddies. Rumors abound. They are all millionaires ... they all own helicopters (for Mount Rushmore flybys) ... they use $100 bills to scrape the bugs from their leathers --- I know this is a blatant lie, Bandit uses a $20.
Bandit sent this over, so I posted up on the website for your entertainment. He sent of the story and a few select pictures.
- Dr. Tequila
Sturgis this year was a blur of neon, activities, and traffic. According to the experts, numbers were significantly down from last year as expected, but it was still a flurry of activities, events, entertainment, new model launches, girls, bands, you name it. Sturgis became the biker’s Disneyland--the showcase of the V-Twin industry and the focal point for some of the best riding in the world.
Oh... Have you ever seen the Hamster parade? The Hamster Parade down Main Street in Sturgis, South Dakota, stops all activity. For a moment, T-shirt vendors relax, conversations cease and scantily clad ladies turn their attention from the sidewalk to the titillating sight of 100 custom American motorcycles-each piloted by a yellow-shirted member of the mythical Hamsters Motorcycle Club... Rodents in yellow!
- Dr. Tequila
So, two dudes walk into a bar, actually they rolled up to my house on Lincoln Street in Deadwood, which leads directly to Wild Bill’s graveyard, boot hill at the top of the slanted cobblestone lane.
It’s rally 2016. One was on a ’14 Indian looking like a hot rat/rod a painter was given to ply his craft on. Flat silver rubbed down to the primer at normal wear and tear spots on the sheet metal and tank, orange 5-Ball racing logos against flat black fishtail capped pipes, no fairing but a black Bandit’s Bedroll strapped over the nacelle to take its place and keep the bugs, wind and rain pushing over Bandit.
“Mike, how was the ride?” I asked.
“Great! We tore up the tarmac but for all the roadwork stretches where it turned to oil and gravel. Not sure if the front and bottom of my ride is black anymore.” I’m thinking Bandit’s bike could only get more patina from that shit.
Before the big dude got off his Indian, I squeezed my thumb and fingers around his neck and collarbone. “You’re in my digs, behave yourself.” I had to do that. He’s about 6’6” and good 5 inches taller than me. I met him at one of the early Love Rides from Glendale, California to the Easyriders Ranch. He did the same to me back in ’89. “Behave yourself, Adrian,” he said.
At the time I rode a 100-point ’59 Panhead with red primer showing through the original tank paint at all the normal wear and tear places. It was the real deal. We’ve been bros ever since. A brother mentioned the code at a sunbaked party,“I can’t stand Sturgis, but the ride out is everything." The ride, yes the ride. As we pulled out onto the turn of the century street leading to downtown Deadwood I had 1430 miles on my trip gauge.
I scrambled through various conversations with guys I only see a couple of times a year in Sturgis or at the V-Twin Expo in Cincinnati in February, my two mandatory runs. At one time I hit events almost every other weekend.