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or other such evil. Why in the world would I ride a Beemer?

Having owned and ridden a number of different bikes in my nearly 30 years of motorcycling I explained to my new friends that I live for performance, handling, engineering and speed, and that as a rugged Western individual I prefer not be "unique" like all the other bikers on Harleys. At this they laughed, and said they understood the performance, handling, engineering and speed thing. Even among differing brand loyalties some priorities remain consistent. But they still seemed genuinely baffled that I would choose a German bike over American iron. Go figure. Of course, I told them, I have nothing against Harleys, and if I had the means I wouldn't mind adding a Hog to my garage, if only to ride slowly and to alternately impress and frighten citizens, but certainly not at the expense of my BMW. For my preferred style of riding, there is simply no comparison.

I finished pumping my gas, and then gave the pilgrims directions to a local campground, which they had just enough time to reach before dark. As they mounted their steeds one of them invited me to join them on their trek to Sturgis. He was sincere in his offer and I was touched by the invitation, but I politely declined, telling him I abhor crowds- especially crowds of drunken, greasy bikers. They laughed raucously, obviously identifying with the description. I told him thanks, but no, I enjoy solitude, which is why I live in Idaho. They laughed again, this time politely, and looked around as though they believed me but couldn't quite comprehend. They each shook my hand, and then rode off into the twilight, their big American V-twins roaring with that delicious music that only a Harley can make.

For just a moment I considered what it would be like to join them, but then I imagined myself riding into The Mecca of Harley Davidson Bikers on my BMW, and I decided I'd much rather ride the other direction, away from the crowds and the noise. No offense to The Faithful. It's just not for me.

I wish them all long, twisty, and dry roads, and a safe return to their homes, wherever they may be.

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