On August 10, 2020, on Facebook, I posted the following 2 posts:
- I realize that I’m running out of time, but I’ve had a itch that has needed to be scratched for many years. Today, I’m planning on buying a Harley Hog, a few colorful bandanas, several Death Angel and American flag tattoos and an inflatable blond babe and head up to Sturgis. Other than the babe, who is very shy, I would like some additional company. Anyone interested? One word of warning: do not even think about bringing along a mask if you want to join me. Even if you have it hidden in your saddle bags or on my babe somewhere, I’ll find it. Trust me. And, of course, I know you know better than to have a helmet anywhere on your bod or your bike. You know the stats: they cause more deaths than they prevent cuz the guys tend to put them on backwards.
- I need to modify my first Facebook post early today a little because I got a call from a biker friend who had seen the post and thought it was a good idea to re-remind any takers of my offer about the risks of using a helmet. He was already in Sturgis and wished me luck. He said he had alerted all his buds, who will spread the word to all 250,000 attendees that a virgin was comin’ ta town, and possibly two. “When you get here,” he said, “You can expect all the bros are gonna want to give ya big hugs and the MAGA handshake, and the babes have said you can throw away your inflatable, if ya get what I mean.” He ended the conversation with the usual, “Rumble on bro, rumble on.