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Obviously SNOOP you have no idea what Sturgis is about… LOL!

A comment I received on this post: McCain Gaffes, Volunteering Wife For Topless Contest

I Peters Says:

August 8th, 2008 at 1:29 am e

Obviously none of you know what you are talking about, because the Miss Buffalo Chip Contest is not and not even near to a toppless contest. It is truely a beauty contest, put on by hawaiian tropics.

Larry, what is wrong with long haired guys with loud pipes, Most of these guys have served our country. Obviously you have no idea what Sturgis is about.

OH REALLY!

Ok I have never been to the annual Sturgis Rally in South Dakota. Everywhere I have read is that skank biker chicks go topless or do the wet T-shirt thing in the contest.
I don’t have a fucken idea but people if you are going to come here to fucken correct me and what I post give me some links some information SOMETHING anything to show that what I posted is inaccurate or misleading otherwise don’t bother posting a goddamm mutherfucken comment!!!!!!!!! SHIT!

I have absolutely no problem being corrected and if I’m wrong I’ll admit it but don’t come here with a stick up your ass and act like some smart ass.
“Obviously none of you know what you are talking about”
If I’m wrong then all of these fucken links are wrong as well! Every damm body is trashing this peaceful wholesome gathering of clean cut upstanding citizens and her you have a fucken presidential candidate so ridiculously out of touch and desperate for any type of attention decides to bring his wife to this cesspool of human depravity and drunkenness and offer her hot body to a bunch of drunken biker rednecks.
But Nooooooooo I or (we) don’t know what the fuck we are talking about.
Are you fucken serious?

McCain, Drogin relates, told his rowdy listeners “that he had encouraged his wife to enter the annual Sturgis beauty contest, one in which nudity is not uncommon

John McCain’s “do anything for a vote” strategy takes him today to the anything-goes town of Sturgis, South Dakota, where the candidate will court the biker vote amid naked beauty pageants, nude mud wrestling events, public nudity and drunken fights.

The “Miss Buffalo Chip Beauty Pageant - Bikinis on the Beach” was described by Jim Caple of EPSN as “essentially a topless beauty pageant. And occasionally bottomless, too.”

Getting an eyeful in biker heaven

McCain goes to Sturgis: because 50,000 fat guys in leather can’t be wrong

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4 Responses to “Obviously SNOOP you have no idea what Sturgis is about… LOL!”

MuscleDaddy Says:
August 8th, 2008 at 10:19 am

While everything you say may be true (despite riding since I ran 125-class motocross @ age 12, I’ve never been to Sturgis - Daytona Bike-Week once, and that was enough), the fact remains that I wouldn’t be mad at Cindy McCain if she wanted to try for ‘Miss Buffalo Chip’.

(See Also: “Tho it on her like it’s they job” - from a previous post)

She’d probably find someone better for her in pretty short order.

- MuscleDaddy

Larry Says:
August 12th, 2008 at 2:22 am

I’ve been to Sturgis.

I went to see the breasteses.

Larry Says:
August 12th, 2008 at 2:37 am

Hey, I am the Larry he’s talking to!

Well, here you go: 20 year Navy retiree, Harley rider, long hair and loud pipes, have been to both Sturgis and Daytona.

Nope, obviously I have no idea what I’m talking about.

Wade Says:
September 16th, 2008 at 6:43 am

This is to the guy that with the attitude.
You don’t have to use profanity to get your false points across. … Look, there are a lot of us (riders) in the military (Army 5 years, Currently in Iraq for the 2nd time.) You haven’t been through what we have. So, don’t get mad that we fight for your freedom so you don’t have to, and when we get back we grow our hair out because were tired of wearing a “high and tight”. Then we get on our bikes to experience the freedom that we have fought for. … And if all your basing your opinion on is what you read on the net. I suggest you go to a bike rally and experience it first hand. Then you’d realize what it’s about.
Honestly, I feel like there’s no use talking to you because you have apparently lived a sheltered life.

Here’s something I think you should read.

THE BIKER:

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn’t see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn’t see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you seen me walking to the table.
But, you didn’t see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
But, you didn’t see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn’t see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.
But, you didn’t see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn’t see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn’t see me cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn’t see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn’t see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn’t see me pat my child’s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn’t see me squeeze my wife’s leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn’t see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn’t see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn’t see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn’t see me.

I wasn’t there.

I saw you go home to your family.
But, you didn’t see me.

Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker.
A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn’t see me.

I just hope you never loose someone that rides.

EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE’RE NOT IN ‘YOUR’ WAY