This happened outside the Pine Ridge Res during Sturgis 2007:
One day we went to this bar located in Scenic, SD that only opens during Sturgis week. It’s located about 60 miles South-West of Rapid City at the edge of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. We needed gas when we pulled up (about 10:30 am) but there was a pick-up truck with 6 Native Americans using the only pump. The driver offered me a pull on the fifth of Old Grand Dad he was drinking and like a fool I took a swig. One of the women wanted me to give her a pencil and paper. I told her I didn’t have one so she blurted out her phone number and told me to call her. My friends were bent over laughing. The truck load of drunk Indians (it’s not a stereotype if it really happened, is it?) left the gas station without paying for the $10 worth of gas they pumped. We told the old man at the cash register that the pump didn’t work and he said we had to pay for the $10 worth of gas before we could pump any more. So we told him it was those Indians that ripped him off, not us. Finally, he let us fill up, ‘cause he said he knew who they were and he’d get his money later. The gas was 85 freakin’ octane. We then went into the Long Branch Bar across the street and behind the bar was this female wearing a bowie knife, tats all over her arms and who knows where else, and her hair was ratted straight up about 8 inches, then it took a turn straight back then it turned straight down to her lower back. She kind of reminded me of Elvira, but not nearly as hot. He name was Dancer and, as far as I could tell, all she did was stand around and let bikers stare at her. She never did get anyone any drinks. Her nails were too long to open a pop top. Good times!