WARNING: NUDITY AND EROTIC CLOUD FORMATIONS !!!!!!! DO NOT LOOK!!!!!!!! THIS MEANS YOU, PATTI, MY NEW FRIEND FROM CREVE COEUR.
As you know I ride a motorcycle but I am most definitely not a biker. I blush at the thought of wearing leather, tried a dew rag once but felt self-conscious, and wouldn't think of purchasing a vest. Great if others do, and don't mind it on others, but for me, being the complex little biker I am, it was always kind of a foreign concept to me, to look like one. I even wear a helmet! GASP! In a non-mandatory state!! My only nod to the biker world is a great pair of heavy Red Wing boots that supposedly will help in the case of a spill. But I even hate them. They are heavy and after a day's ride I walk like Frankenstein with those size 14 concrete shoes.
In 2004 I attended 2 Kawasaki National/Regional rallies: one in Boscobel Wisconsin and one in Eureka Springs Arkansas. They were alright but for a type B personality I mostly just stood around and watched. I have never made a hard attempt to return, although had things been a little different I might have made a greater push to ride with Stewart up to Boscobel this year. I don't know if they have anything in Florida, but so far, riding down there is either going across the Skyway Bridge and coming back or sitting at 5 minute stop lights every block. But I digress.
A member of the crowd posted pictures from this year's Boscobel 13 get-together. The following pictures are not for the squeamish. Patti, go cut up some rhubarb. I did not attend nor did I take these pictures. Apparently this is some of the stuff that bikers do. So, with out any further adieu --- (I should also add that Stewart is in none of the following pictures.)
OK, Patti, you can open your eyes and perhaps we will have a family oriented posting tomorrow.
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