Just heaven passing through… I can’t say enough about the Mecca of Motorcycling. Every year, hundreds of thousands of riders make the pilgrimage to South Dakota, all chasing that same pull the open road gives. The Black Hills just hit different. The air is crisp, the light softer yet somehow sharper, and the roads twist through pines and granite in a way that keeps you on your toes. Out here, you ride with a little more awareness, watching for wildlife that could jump ahead of you at any moment, or leaning into curves without rails, while taking it all in. History runs deep here. Crazy Horse, still in progress yet already monumental. Mt. Rushmore, standing in silent watch. Devil’s Tower, guarding the plains. Wind Cave, telling stories older than memory. The Mammoth Site, holding the remains of more than 50 mammoths that met their fate in a sinkhole long ago. Every route offers something. Maybe it’s a view that stops you in your tracks, a stranger who feels like an old friend, or a ...