The only cold body parts on the two-hour ride home today were my feet. It was sunny, but <bleep> windy and cold!
I promised Pie Man I would post photos, but I warned him I can't fill Chuck's shoes: they're too big and I have name amnesia. Photos follow but y'all will have to fill in the blanks with names.
True to its name as 'Hillbilly GPS', Google's placemark of Moser's was not exactly accurate. A few of us took wrong turns, including myself, ending up on pea gravel and cattle crossings in amongst mobile homes and boats. Unable to find a turn-around before riding into the lake, I made my own over a grassy hump and found my way back to Hwy 17. I was relieved to find a sign for the place.
I arrived and embarrassingly had to have help getting off the bike; my low back locked up. I pulled in next to a clean and pretty BMW GS. Whee has a 'thing' for GS's. As you can see, he's leaning over whispering to it "Hey, wanna come home with me? <wink, wink>". <
Sigh> If only I was taller......
Rich, Don and Pie Man deep in discussion:
Bill and Melanie rode in with Bill's ear-to-ear grin reflecting off those new shiny huge aluminum panniers::
Bikes continued rolling in.......
Soon they were three rows deep in front of the building:
Just as there was an ocean of bikes outside, there was an sea of riders inside:
Hey, I know these folks from somewhere.......
I knew few faces at these tables, but I'm sure you all recognize each other.
A 'special' table was brought up for the late-comers. We were wondering where this crew was; they must have taken the special long way round.
For those who misbehaved, a table was reserved for eating under the watchful eyes and horns of the Head and Fish:
As promised, pies of all colors were served by our friendly waitresses. I braved hot apple pie with ice cream, but later had the worst case of heartburn I've had in years. Danged pie............ Ice Cream Forever!!!!
After the massive pie consumption, riders dispersed in small and large groups. Walking outside in the ocean of bikes, it was almost overwhelming. The different colors, sizes, ........ It was like a giant school of plastic colored fish. "Where's my bike?" Hmm....
What is nice about this large group of bikes is their character. You won't see the character like that on bikes at a dealer or a show. These are bikes that are ridden, some ridden hard and over all kinds of territory and roads. Like a herd of metallic horses tied outside a saloon, they assume a part of the character of the riders. If they don't, they're not really ridden.
Well, not like a bike should be ridden
Joining a crew to Canton, we rode Hwy 17 for several miles south. What a nice road that is! Have to do that again sometime.........
It was nice to meet many of you; hope you all made it home safely and enjoyed the run.
Salute' !!
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