Sturgis, minus our Harleys, made us supremely jealous of anyone who had theirs. All 500,000 of them.  But we still enjoyed camping in Custer State Park, driving Needles Hwy and all around a very underrated Black Hills National Forest, Sturgis proper, and Mount Rushmore. Next time we’ll ride there on our Harleys, and see the sights, including the buffaloes, as it should be, with the wind in our face.