Glencoe Saloon, Sturgis, SD

Running with the Wind – Sturgis 2013

Posted on 23. Sep, 2013 by in Open Road

With the three day ride from Southern California now behind us, we settled in to our new home for the next 12 days. If  the ride in was any indication of what to expect, we would surely be running in the wind during our stay in Sturgis.

While we normally stay at Shade Valley Campground, we opted instead for Glencoe this year. Our past experience in Sturgis caused us to reevaluate what we needed in a campground, and entertainment became a primary focal point. Here is why we chose Glencoe.

We have witnessed more and more people trailering their bikes to Sturgis, many arriving in motorhomes and fifth wheels. This is fine, but it seems that those that do not ride regularly also do not seem to treasure freedom and individual responsibility the same way that those of us that ride regularly do. What they do usually possess is more money. Consequently their demands for more “safety and security” vastly overwhelms our wishes to be left to our own accord.

Main Street Sturgis The end result of this conflict is widely discussed at all rallies, and even Americana itself. It is an increased police presence. Now on the front of this, an increased police presence may not be so bad. However, there is an unintended consequence that should be noted. In order to provide sufficient “security” for 700,000 rally participants, the town of normally 6,400 needs to bring in additional officers from surrounding areas and states. These contracted officers, unlike the resident officers, do not have a stake in the game aside from their contract pay. They have no allegiance to the local businesses that thrive on the bikers that have brought their wallets to Sturgis. This sometimes results in a heavy handedness and added scrutiny that forces many, like ourselves, to Swinging Flaunt Girl at Glencoe rethink the value of venturing out into downtown Sturgis after dusk.

As such, the value of entertainment at the campground that we choose to stay at becomes far more important. We now find ourselves riding during the day and hunkering down at night, too paranoid to venture into town after sunset. But a good band, good saloon with fair prices, and maybe a samich, and there is now no reason to venture out!

Tents at Glencoe Campground By the time we arrived at Glencoe Campground in Sturgis, it was already dusk. Nightfall would come way to quick. I would prefer not set up my tent in the dark, but you do what you got to do. We no sooner got our tents set up than it started to rain. A few beers later and we were passed out, no worries.

Morning brought a bright sun and the uncomfortable knowledge that we were camped in the boonies. OK, break down the tents, we’re moving. Good Home at Glencoe, Sturgis thing we did, as we found a great place well shaded by trees and not far off Titty Alley (more on that in a moment). We once again established camp and drug a table over from a stack of nearby tables. Admittedly, Rob did most of the dragging as I was still dealing with a torn bicep tendon. This would be our home for the next 12 days.

bartender Tiffany While we found the advertising for “world class” bathrooms and shower houses on Glencoe’s website a little suspect, we were quite pleased with the saloon. Name acts such as Brian Howe of Bad Company, Quiet Riot, Molly Hatchet, Lita Ford, and Great White to name a few. A full bar, and the Flaunt Girls to boot! What could go wrong? Oh yeah, and Tiffany and Brandon, the bartenders from Colorado kept the party going!

But our surprise came when we wandered back to our campsite. As we made our way down Titty Alley, we Nude pole dancers at Glencoe suddenly became acutely aware of how it got it’s name.

Lining Titty Alley were several fifth wheels, some with dancing poles attached. Numerous couches lined the route, with beads dangling from the split wood railings that border the road. Golf carts, some pulling trailers with throngs of onlookers onboard, rolled up and down the alley. Women vied for beads, jello shots, and even Fireball shots as they flashed their breasts at the purveyors of fun along Titty Alley. Pole dancers, flashers, and 3 old guys running around naked with (according to Lita Ford) cock rings. This park was definitely an adult theme park. Yup, something for everyone. I think I will stick to the saloon!

After a day of relaxation in the campground, Rob and I were once again ready for adventure. First stop, hook up with my old buddy Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes. We decided to meet in fron of Buddha’s Ink on Main Street. Parking was already filling up, and Sturgis hadn’t even officially begun yet, as Scotty and Laura rolled up.

Coach and Kevin Bean're in Sturgis I have to say, one of the things that keeps me coming back to Sturgis is seeing old friends that I only see once a year. Good friends such as Scotty, Bean’re, Joe Sparrow, Negotiable Tim, and Puppy, as well as many others, really make Sturgis that much more memorable. Good friends, great riding, and great times!

Scotty and I shared a couple of stogies, and talked about all the things going on since our last visit together. It Coach and Scotty in Sturgis was great to spend time with my old friend, despite the constant interruption by curious passer-bys that would occasionally engage Scotty into conversation about his bike and lifestyle. Scotty is a rock star!

Before long, I noticed that Rob was starting to bounce from foot to foot. Yeah, he was getting ready to go. I knew I would see plenty more of Scotty over the next week, so I bid farewell and saddled up. Time to make our way to Deadwood and the VFW.

We noticed the clouds were once again rolling in as we began the ascent up to Deadwood, and they became even more ominous as we moved up the pass. As we rolled around the first of many bends, the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down. In an instant we were soaked and had to cut our speeds down to around 20 mph. By the time we reached the VFW in Deadwood the roads had pretty much cleared of riders, and we were soaked to the bone. Thank god for VFW sanctuary!!

Deadwood from the VFW The next couple of days seemingly worked out the same way. We would roll out early, race to some Fun 'n games at Glencoe destination in the Black Hills and then try to bar hop our way home in the rain. Sometimes we would be successful dodging the rain clouds as we sought cover from each successive rain cloud, but other times it would catch us in the middle of the Black Hills and we would then pay for our indescretions. Good fun if you dont mind occasionally getting drenched. But it is the high winds that seem to accompany the storms that you have to worry about most.

Rob and I continued our days riding, and nights enjoying the live music, entertainment and our outstanding bartenders in the park through the weekend. People started pouring in to Sturgis on Friday, and wave after wave of trailers and RV’s began showing up on Saturday. Suddenly there were hundreds of riders running the canyons of the Black Hills, many of whom have very little time in the saddle. It always concerns me when riding through canyons and roads with constant elevation changes that are filled with riders that have no more that 3,000 miles on their 4 year old bike! But hey, maybe that’s just me.

Monday came, and along with it the Doobie Brothers/Kid Rock concert. I was surprised to learn that the Doobie Brothers would be the lead act for Kid Rock. Guess that shows my age, huh?

Before leaving for Sturgis, Rob and I decided to register our BAM cards. BAM are cards that connect you to a network of other riders throughout the country. Established and sponsored by Russ Brown Motorcycle Attorneys, the card gives the bearer the ability to reach out to other riders for such things as trailering in the event of breakdown, etc. And since I broke down three times last year, I thought this might be a great idea.

What we didn’t know was, when we registered our cards we were entered into a drawing for tickets to the Doobie Bros/Kid Rock concert. Now we’re talking. And the tickets put us in the VIP booth, complete with it’s own private bar! Woo hoo, bring it!

The Doobie Brothers put on a great concert. They were really rocking it, while all the while Rob kept eyeing the gathering clouds. As the temperature quickly dropped 20 degrees he moved inside the VIP building, opting for cover from the coming rain.

Kid-Rock-Sturgis-2013 Funny how I had plenty of room on the terrace as I enjoyed both the Doobie Brothers and my cigar. When the Doobie Brothers set was over, so was my cigar, and so was my elbow room. No worries, because as soon as Kid Rock began his show, the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down, complete with high winds! I quickly made my way inside and joined Rob at the now crowded window.

I have to say, I never pictured myself as a Kid Rock fan; that is until now. In pouring rain he and his band put on one hell of a concert, and never once paused for the rain. No bitchin’ and moanin’, no excuses, just one big party! Kid Rock is one hell of a showman.

As the concert ended, so did the rain. Good thing as we ended up waiting 2 hours to board Da Bus to return 4 miles to camp. Why did we wait? Because the damn thing cost us $20 each to ride it! Live and learn, huh?

Rob’s brother Ron (parents must have had some kind of “R” fetish) is a real kick. And when we told him about all the fun we were having (OK, Body shots by Tiffany pictures of the naked women running around probably didnt hurt), he came racing out in his car to join us. Now of course this did get a little awkward as Ron had no intention of being BOB (Bitch on Back) as we rode through the Black Hills, opting instead to follow us in his car. But the hillarity of his antics more than made up for this.

One evening as we all enjoyed vast quantities of adult beverages, I had decided that I had had enough and headed back to camp. It wasn’t too much longer than Rob and Ron also came back.

I had parked my bike in front of my tent, a place that the previous night Ron had parked in. The ground was a little muddy Rob kicking back from all the rain, but this seemed a good spot. As I lay there, my lights began wildly flashing, indicating that someone was moving my bike. After threatening to shoot the perputrator, I crawled out of my tent to see what the hell was going on.

Turns out as Ron came in, he didn’t notice that my bike was now parked in his old spot and proceeded to back in. Rob noticed this right away, and raced to the back of the car as though he could single handedly hold the vehicle back.

While trying to prevent the car from backing any further, Rob began yelling to his brother “stop”! Hearing Rob yelling, Ron exited the cab of the car and ran to the back to see what the hell was happening; the car was still in reverse. As Ron approached the back of the car, Rob began yelling, “get back in the car!”.  Seeing that his car was pushing my bike backwards in the mud, Ron raced for the cab of his car. Of course in true Keystone Cop manner, as he tried to climb back into the car, Ron slammed his head into the door frame and fell to the ground.

Sylvan lake, Custer park, Black Hills Rob kept yelling at Ron, as Ron quickly scrambled to his feet and got back into the cab of the car throwing the car into park. By now, my bike had been pushed backwards a foot, still on it’s kickstand. I stood in total disbelief. Not of the antics I had just witnessed, but that once again I did not have a camera ready. I have got to learn that when I am around either Rob or Ron, and especially around both, that I have a camera at the ready!

As things settled back down, the rest of the week continued in the same manner. We rode the Black Hills in search of adventure while Badlands, South Dakota dodging waves of obviously challenged riders, and then spent the evenings in the care of Tiffany and Brandon at the Open Road Saloon on the campground. As Sunday approached, we made one last ride to the Badlands and Wall Drug, and then said our goodbyes as Ron continued on his way down the highway for home. Ron promised to return next year with a bike, but then he also promised to return with a trailer. Not sure what my thoughts are on either, just yet.

Wall Drug Monday morning, August 12, brought the harsh reality that the Sturgis Rally was indeed over. We rode into town and grabbed breakfast at Weimer’s Diner. From there we watched as several “buildings” were taken down as if thery were erector sets. The City of Sturgis was quickly transforming itself back to a town of 6,400 souls right before our eyes. This town was becoming just another midwest town like so many others that we had ridden through before. The sight of which was surprisingly unsettling. Yup, it was time to go.

We bid farewell to Sturgis and the Black Hills, our fun of the last 2 weeks,  as we made our way out 212 towards Montana. Another great year, filled with lots of adventure, good friends old and new, and lots of great entertainment. Damn, I can’t wait for next year!!


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7 Responses to “Running with the Wind – Sturgis 2013”

  1. Jon Lewis

    23. Sep, 2013

    Good write up Coach. Hope to see ya next year.

  2. Hd Openroad

    25. Sep, 2013

    The Keystone Cop event still cracks me up. Haven’t read it yet? What are you waiting for?

  3. Jon Lewis

    25. Sep, 2013

    lol. im not so sure ida been as calm as you with my bike sliding a foot back!

  4. Steven Talley

    25. Sep, 2013

    Randy Lockridge, Brian Calkins, Richie Brooks, check out this link/website that a friend of mine owns. This article is about the last Sturgis trip!! Very cool!!

  5. Brian Calkins

    25. Sep, 2013

    OHH Hell Yes!!

  6. Greg Caruso

    26. Sep, 2013

    Great story!

  7. Scotty Kerekes

    26. Sep, 2013

    This is a very good piece about Jeff’s (otherwise known as Coach) ride to the Sturgis rally this year. At the age of 55 Coach is no sissy and the accounts of his motorcycle travels across this great country reflect those ideals of the true biker who loves the ride, endurs adversity such as undesirable weather, excessive heat, etc. in the true spirit of adventure, and takes his travels on the budget plan by happily setting camp upon any land that can be had for cheap or free.

    This is probubly my favorite of his stories to date, for it not only gives an acount of the ride but also brings to life some of the zaney antics that ocured, highlights some of the greatest fun (booze, titties, stipidities, etc.) and goes into some of the real changes that we’ve all witnessed at the rally in recent times.

    A good read.