Shortly after the Civil War, my great-grandfather and his younger brother headed west across this great country, following the first transcontinental railroad during its construction. They built their first gun shop in Laramie, WY, which was a territory then, and eked out a modest living from this vast and beautiful frontier.
Finally, I had an opportunity to ride across this rugged land and see the same landmarks my ancestors saw nearly a century and a half ago. Only I was astride a different kind of iron horse, a 2012 Harley-Davidson Switchback. The plan was for a few journalists to ride as a group, sort of like herding cats, and try out the new models from the Motor Company on the way. My final goal was the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, which has been on my bucket list for many years. I was a Sturgis virgin, or a “Sturgin” in the vernacular.