Straight Outta Pierre: Rallies, politics, and pastrami

Sharp, snappy and South Dakotan — an anonymous shot of insight with a twist of sarcasm

The Sturgis Rally rumbled out of town, leaving cash drawers full, beer kegs empty, and a haze of exhaust mixed with Axe body spray. Traffic was up, fatalities were down, and — in a rare twist — no “fluffy cow” (bison) was caught depantsing a biker. Sheriff Pat West’s deputies still racked up DUIs, because “ride sober” remains optional for some. Main Street was part tattoo gallery, part Skynyrd concert, with just enough Kid Rock to keep things unpredictable — our annual South Dakota reminder that we’ll happily host half a million guests with loud pipes, fat wallets, and questionable judgment, including at least one who left town with fresh ink of Kristi Noem riding a bison while hoisting a Busch Light.

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