On the 12th day of Sturgis

it was colder than can be....

fingers were a numbing

now here I sit a typing

the blog that I'm a keeping

and the clock I keep a glancing

to end this blog on biking

that you are now a skimming

my mind it is a straying

hope I don't DRIVE you away!

For I am lost for words

Me sitting in the den

waiting for my love

and thank him for a wonderful tree.....p!

I know, I'm lame. Plus I'm bored as I sit in my pj's on the couch for the second day in a row, doing laundry and watching tv. Here's the final day of Sturgis. Could I get a drum roll please? (If I had 12 drummers drumming but my fingers are just numbing) We made it through the border fine and stopped to plug in our heated vests, and got to the Hat and immediately began running errands. We stopped in to order my new lenses and even picked up my bike from Medicine Hat Motorcycle. Thankfully Corey was in, even though the shop was closed. I put my new black sheepskin cover on my seat and was off riding my own bike and not on the narrow back seat of the Harley (thank you Al for the gel seat cover you lent more for the ride home, or should I say my butt thanks you - lol)

We rode to Ray's parents and ate dinnner while it rained. When it stopped we rode to our friends Darrin and Tracey's, parked the bikes and grabbed a cab over to Alablamas to join them after their Golf Tournament. It was a night of fish bowls, tippy cups and prizes as it continued to rain. Then it was back to their place to listen to loud rock music accompanyied by live drums. I got my drum rolls after all, Might have been just one drummer drumming, but an awesome end to an awesome trip to our first Sturgis/Black Hills Rally! The end. (insert applause here) lol