Sturgis 85, We Rode Like Thunder

Blacktop dreams and leather vests,
Steel and whiskey, no regrets.
Rode through dust, through pouring rain,
With a throttle twist to kill the pain.

It wasn’t just a rally, it was a way to live,
The road don’t take — the road forgives.

Sturgis ’85, we rode like thunder,
Chrome hearts burning, no time to wonder.
The road was fire, the nights were loud,
Every soul was free, every biker proud.
Raise one up at the One-Eyed Jacks,
For every mile — and never look back.

We carved our names in the hills of gold,
On engines loud and stories bold.
From every corner, coast to coast,
We gathered there to raise a toast.

There was firelight in every stare,
Freedom’s breath in the mountain air.
If you were there, then you still know,
That kind of magic never goes.

Sturgis ’85, we rode like thunder,
Chrome hearts burning, no time to wonder.
The road was fire, the nights were loud,
Every soul was free, every biker proud.
Raise one up at the One-Eyed Jacks,
For every mile — and never look back.

Here’s to the bikes, the nights, and the brothers we lost.
Sturgis ’85 — we were all there… even if you only felt it in your soul.
And we’ll ride again.

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Writers: HL Shields/Songsmith