On my way home from Sturgis (on the advice of Milwaukee Mike), I stopped at the Nat'l Hobo Museum and was not at all surprised to see our local hobo (Iowa Blackie - who just caught "The Westbound" not long ago) was well represented with a fine display - all about his life and travels. Blackie's leather jacket and hat - it was cool. Look how small he wrote to fill the page and not waste paper. He was found quite often out at the local Harley shop . . . sitting on the concrete, or under a shade tree . . . writing in his journals and eating the free hotdogs they offer to customers every Saturday. His trusty, and very worn 883 Sporty parked nearby - packed with all the provisions needed - just in case he didn't make it home that night - or where-ever he was going????? The day I was in Britt just happened to be the opening day of the national convention too.
On my own Sporty, I paid my respects and felt a little better about my freedom - and took the long way home.