8/2
It is Sturgis Bike Week (yearly motorcycle festival) and zillions of thunder thumpers are zipping by, many stopping at the end of our driveway, so no matter what I am trying to do, seems I have to stop and go see if they need help. Usually not - they saw a wide spot and pulled over for a break, when only half a mile down the road is an abandoned gas station (Maurine is a ghost town) with a larger area they could pull off in and you can plainly see that from my driveway. About a million (no kidding) bikers come to this thing each year, and I swear at least half of them roar past our house. Sigh...