Just the right amount of the right people were there. There was no "hey-look-at-me-contest." Everyone that showed was chill and had a mutual respect for each other and their bikes. We talked about having an actual bike show but there really was no need! There were bikes all around in the field. It wasn't a select crowd of "the cool kids" and just everyone else was a spectator. Every single person that came made this event.
The money at the gate wasn't for our pockets. It was to pay the bills we had so you guys could have a good time. So thanks to all that came out and supported us. We will definitely be doing it again next year.
My ol'man is doing his own write up about the ol'days and Strange Days. I will be posting that soon. So enjoy Part 1 of the photos.
Friday evening setting up. Wes' bus was probably the coolest thing I saw rolling up the road, blaring the horn, letting everyone know of his arrival.
Setting up the stage. Couldn't ask for a better backdrop!
Sun went down, time to get some grub at the Vernon Inn.
Ed lost his fender and sissybar late Friday night between the Strange Days grounds and Ken's place. The Indian Larry goodies he brought up from Brooklyn for Aidan's benefit caused a lot of stress to his fender. The spotlight on my ol' cop car came into use in searching for the missing fender and sissybar. We found it but the sissybar was destroyed. Some quick bends in some threaded rod and a 110 mig welder got Ed back on two wheels to get him back home on Sunday.
Mean while Ken was trying to get his moon machine back on the road too.
Saturday morning.
Stay tuned for Part 2.
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