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Living Legend
While on the above trip to Sturgis we were about to run out of gas in the middle of Tinbuck 4 on a Sunday morning. We got off the highway and found a gas station. A big group of bikes pulled in right behind us. Turns out they were a club from the town I worked in Michigan called the All Americans. A young boy at the station said they were closed on Sunday. We told him we were in dire need so he took off to go get his father who was fishin'. He came back awhile later and opened up and sold us gas ! A real stand up guy.
I told you that story as backdrop for this next picture. We ended up becoming friends with the All Americans. We never joined the club (not my thing) but we did a lot of rides with them and every Labor day they had a huge weekend party. Really well planned and executed. Some of the members were in the national guard so had access to a full outdoor kitchen. They had a stage with bands and real $hithouses and a place to shower. A real good time. Anyway here is me and my sweetie failing miserably at the weenie bite !
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Reminds me of when I was a kid. The flatlanders would come up in the summer and end up about out of gas and knock on our door in the middle of the night hoping to get some fuel.
Being good country folk my Dad would open up the station for them.