It's here--the biggest event of the year for this little town, rivaled only by our great Independence Day celebrations. It's the 26th Annual Fall Ride, both a celebration of the end of summer and a fundraiser for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. The ride raised nearly $150,000 dollars last year! Last year's event also brought about 45,000 riders to the area, so yes, the low rumble is considerable. We're just not used to this!! So what do we do at this little event?
- Well, we got yer street dances and bonfires.
We got yer Poker runs.
We got yer Harley Plant tours and stunt motorcycle shows.
We got yer Harley Demo rides--I plan to go drool on the Fat Bob. Saw one in Marquette last week and promptly fell in love. That flat paintjob and low chrome look gets me every time. And those tires, wow!!
We got the Harley Traveling Museum, which is going to be replaced shortly by this.
We got yer Thunder Parade.
We got all the vendors you can imagine, selling everything from leather to tshirts to chrome goodies.
We got Sammy Kershaw tonight and 38 Special tomorrow night at Bubba's Big Party.
We got yer raffle bikes, a 2007 Harley-Davidson Ultra Classic Electra Glide. Second place is a 2007 Harley-Davidson 883 Custom. (By the way, the Ultra? I already have the winning ticket. Just FYI.)
And we have more gorgeous custom motorcycles to see in town than anywhere else in the Midwest.
Ya know, I used to have a really cute little Fiero; the very first one in the northern half of the state, or so I was told. Then there was the '84 GT ragtop 'stang. The worlds' most expensive hairdryer (but definitely the most fun). I used to steal the hub's Corvette every chance I got. Just plain cool, even if you *are* in a car which screams "follow me" to every state patrolman around. Until the divorce is final and I have to sign the title to my baby over to the future ex, I am a Harley owner/ rider. Maybe I'll get visitation. More likely not. Loved 'em all-- even my first set of wheels, a rusted out '72 El Camino which featured posi and a 2x4 keeping the seat from collapsing through the floorboards. It was very nearly a Flintstones car. But I never ever thought I'd see an article about somebody who loves cars quite the way this guy does..... The Sun Online - Mechanic: I have sex with cars
MECHANIC Chris Donald loves his work — he has sex with CARS. And he admitted last night: “Some men like boobs and bums, but I much prefer curvy bodywork.” Chris, 38, has a recognised psychological condition that makes him physically attracted to motors. He has had sex with more than 30 different models in 20 years — plus two motorboats and a pal’s JETSKI.In the water, I wonder?? And that's some friend who would let you borrow his Jetski for.....um.... a "hot date". Over the years McDonald has learned the true value of personal transportation. It definitely beats riding the bus.
"Car lovers vary — a few like to remain faithful to one car all their life, others like to play the car park. Now I don’t get as emotionally attached to individual cars as I used to. They are not a substitute for humans. The truth is the opposite."
Sixty may be the new 40 but Bill Clinton hates it - Yahoo! News Apparently my whiny cohort, the Baby Boomers, are beginning to hit the big ole SIX-OH, and not liking it!
"Sixty is the new 40. You see baby boomers buying Harley-Davidsons and taking off on a trip," said AARP executive Shereen Remez."But baby boomers are also continuing to work because they didn't save like their parents. They used credit cards."Ouch. I guess I'm more typical than I thought. My littlest baby is a 100th Anniversary DynaGlide. We won't talk about the credit cards.
In a book being released next month, "Sixty Things To Do When You Turn Sixty," a group of doctors, comedians, entrepreneurs and authors offer tips for turning 60. They from taking up meditation and running a marathon to being a grouch."Grouch". Great. That's what *I* wanna be! But Garrison Keillor says it best.
"There's a new survey out saying that people who take a positive view of aging actually live longer than those who grouse and grumble, which is hogwash and I am paying no attention to it," write U.S. comedian Garrison Keillor."I turned 60 last week and it's no picnic and anybody who says so is whistling in the dark."