They are all in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They ride them in, they truck them in, I think they even fly them in. They are everywhere. Solos, two-up, groups and clubs. Bobbers, baggers, choppers, sportsters, every model manufactured and modified.
The riding is incredible, and so is the scenery. But when you die, and if you go to heaven, don't expect to see a Harley. Unless, of course, you look down from heaven on the Black Hills of South Dakota.
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