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There was no way I’d talk my way out of this one. Hemmed in by a steady parade of helmet-less Harley riders and RVs moving at a glacial pace, my right leg started to vibrate with frustration, and my eyes scanned ahead to find a break in the double yellows. After a quick downshift into second and a crack of the throttle, I’m gone — the Guzzi’s iconic transverse mounted V-twin delivering the liberation that I, and it, so desperately needed. Freedom lasted a total of four blissful corners before I found myself in the passenger seat of a Park Ranger’s Explorer, cherries still flickering. Beyond, the stone-faced Mount Rushmore quartet glared silently.
“That’s a pretty sweet bike,” he said. “What is it?”
I told him it was called the Flying Fortress, Moto Guzzi’s new carbon-fiber cruiser.
“It certainly looks different.”
It’s a murdered out middle-finger to the endless parade of chrome-dipped Screaming Eagles clogging South Dakota’s spotless arteries for 10 consecutive days.
Before I could further my pitch, he continued, “but we have speed limits for a reason around here.” My mea culpa fell on deaf ears. His hands were tied. I’d be coming home from Sturgis with a souvenir, just not the kind I’d wanted.