In 1976, we went on a family vacation to Montana and the Dakotas. I was 12. We kept seeing all of these greasy biker gangs for several days in a row. Literally hundreds of them! There were apparently few upscale H-D guys back then. We had never heard of Sturgis.
My dad kept a small pistol in our RV. While stopped once to get gas, we were in the company of about 20 of these crusty guys, many with long knives or machetes strapped to their thighs. My mom whispered out the window "Honey...Where did you put the gun?"
While standing at the gas pump, my dad shouted back "What do you want the gun for?!?!" You should have seen all the biker gang guys snap their heads & stare at this nerdy family in the old RV! It really reminded me of something out of a Chevy Chase Vacation movie.
My dad kept a small pistol in our RV. While stopped once to get gas, we were in the company of about 20 of these crusty guys, many with long knives or machetes strapped to their thighs. My mom whispered out the window "Honey...Where did you put the gun?"
While standing at the gas pump, my dad shouted back "What do you want the gun for?!?!" You should have seen all the biker gang guys snap their heads & stare at this nerdy family in the old RV! It really reminded me of something out of a Chevy Chase Vacation movie.
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