[With envy]

We started out from the Pacific Northwest (Seattle) with four cars. Along the way we merged with columns from British Columbia, Eastern Washington, Idaho, and Alberta. We had well over a dozen Camaros by the time we reached Sturgis.


Here's a few of mine. Consider this part one: The road to Sturgis.

Fans were everywhere








I wish rush hour always looked like this.




His plate reads "Permagrin". It's true: It never left their faces the whole time!


HeRS. Howling at the moon.


Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind










I'd swear they were looking at the cars too...


We were travelling with Crazy Horse the whole time and didn't even know it!