We're so close to Sturgis I can almost taste it. Just in the last few hours, the number of motorcycles on the road has tripled, at least. Frankly, South Dakota just isn't as as pretty as Minnesota. It's just prairie land stretching into infinity, it seems. Flat as a frying pan and about interesting to stare at for six hours. Saw a couple cool things, though: some longhorn cattle and tons of Black Angus (or Black and Gus, as Tommy and I call them), fields of sunflowers stretching out to the horizon, an 80-foot brachiosaurus in a town called Wall, and more billboards than I've ever seen. Seriously, there's nothing else to look at out here so they just line the roads with billboards, every couple hundred feet for hundreds of miles. They're really annoying, actually. Also, we stopped at gas station with a bar called the Busted Nut. No Joke. And we drove through a swarm of butterflies that got stuck in my grille. Just arrived at the campground! Woohoo!
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