I lived in Sturgis from the age of 8 - 11 during the late 50's early 60's. Even though the Biker Rally was going on at that time it meant little to me, other than the annoyance of a couple hundred bikers camping out in my playground, the city park. All I can say is that I'm still lookin for the SOB that bent the handlebars on my bicycle. I can still remember the dude's comment when I told him I was gonna go get my dad. He said go ahead kid, "I'll kick his ass". That was enough for me, I took my bike and went home. I never told my dad about that, it's probably a good thing. Anyway to the jackass that messed up my bike: Your probably about 75 by now, if I find you I'm gonna mess up the hand rails on your walker.