You know, some of the things I find most interesting and perhaps at times exciting about The Sturgis Rally is the weather and ever-changing riding conditions. You never know what to expect. I’ve been fried to a cinder in Wyoming, frozen stiff at night in The Black Hills, sand blasted by dust devils, soaked to the bone in torrential rains, beaten into mush by hail, ridden at a 45-degree angle in high-speed cross winds. I’ve been stung by bees, shit on by birds, smashed by huge bugs, eaten more than a few too. I’ve almost been killed by buffalo, mule…