It was Wednesday afternoon and I was heading home from work when it hit me.... It's Wednesday and it's the last night to meet with the guys from all over to have one last Barbecued Pulled Pork sandwich. I wonder how many will be there? I had just heard on the radio that the temp was 45 degrees and low for the night was going to be 25.
Well , I get home and make the call: Hey Mike, you going? Ya know...I was just looking for my beenie to put under my helmet. I'll be ready at 5:30. At 5:30 I ride over to his house and he's got the Chromasuarus warming up. We make a few adjustments to our exposed parts and get the barrel rolling. As we go through downtown we get a lot of looks from the locals as we wave on by....babies, we say to each other. heh heh.
Heading out of town we follow the river it's brisk. We kit the highway with furry and get used to the cold quick. 25 miles to go I am thinking to myself under my fullface helmet as I look back at Mike with his half face and no shield.I wonder how he's holding up? Two towns down the road we pass a bank with the temp yelling out 38 degrees, you idiots. At least the sun has gone down and it's not in our eyes anymore as we are heading west. Coming down around the final corner we see to our surprise at least 20 other bikes there and it's a prety good turn out. As we are talking another 5 bikes pull in. Hey.. Not bad for a brisk autum night.
Not winning anything except an order of Onion Rings was no disapointment. Some folks had dressed up for the 50's Costume contest and a they had a large trophy for that. We hung out and made our final "see ya next years" and started to make our way home. Going back through the town with the bank it's now 28 degrees. Brrrrr. My hands are a bit colder than on the way up and I had an extra pair of gloves on. I pull over and take a pair off and it does the trick. Hands are back to normal. It was too tight. In town we stop at the normal place to split up and tell each other we'll try to get together after work. Deep down I knew we had had enough for a day or two. So it was no surprise when he didn't call today. It's ok. I had to some stuff anyways.
I want to Thank the folks that made this available to all of the bikers around the area. The CMA... Christian Motorcycle Association. All of the trophies over the summer and Tee's they came up with were on them. They had they're own DJ for each meet and it was all done on thier own time. Happy Days, the drive in diner where it was held. Full Throttle(New England) sponsered a part of it and advertised it for free. Mary, of Full Trottle, made it each meet and took pics that got in thier magazine. Which, BTW, had my bike in it.
And last, but not least, all the bikers that came to the events and made it all possible to make new friends.
It picks back up in May and I, for one, can't wait.