I am writing this email sitting on the back of my husband’s motorcycle here in Sturgis, South Dakota. It is one of the concessions I make in the interest of having a good marriage. This year he is riding a Boss Hoss with some kind of a NASCAR engine. Why anyone needs a huge engine like that is beyond me. Anyway his concession is that I bring my Treo so I can stay connected.

This is my second time to Sturgis. An old t shirt I unearthed before flying out here said Sturgis 1999. Seems like a lifetime ago.

Oh, and I should mention lest people think I am not thinking spa at all... they did have a tent that said "Massages 15.00 for 10 minutes" with plenty of Harley riders lined up to partake.