Friday, August 26, 2011


So Sturgis was nothing less than a fuckin riot this year. We had the kinda fun that shouldn't be allowed and apparently isn't at the Buffalo Chip...but for me the highlight was the ride down. There was about ten of us, one poor soul in the truck and the rest of us riding. 150 miles in we stopped in Minot, Nd and picked up Ryan. Now I'm not gonna try to explain the kind of friend that Ryan is to me cause I can't, but I don't get to see him enough and definitely don't get to ride with him enough.. I was on my shovel and he was on his freshly rebuilt (from the crank up, by himself) 47 Indian Chief. Yes it's the real Trigger out of the movie HELLRIDE.. Now I don't want to take anything away from the rest of the group as it was a perfect bunch of peeps to roll with, but the day and a half rollin bar to bar with Ryan did my soul a pile of good. I like to ride fast and always have, and in the process really forgot how relaxing riding 60 - 65 can be. There is just something that's hard to put into words about riding with this kind of friend on a couple old bikes, you built yourselves, to a place with the kind of history that Sturgis holds.. It can't happen again soon enough... Big Love.


  1. Riding with dear friends is what its all about. Brent you are like a brother to me and always have a piece of my heart.

    How does my hat stay on???

  2. That first pic, fucking coolest tattoo ever!!

  3. second coolest is the stromberg on his other arm...