Bike Show
I got up early to beat the traffic and rode the 650 Dog down to Long Beach and the Queen Mary Event Park. I got there in record time.
OK, to be realistic, even in the amateur class, the 650 Dog just can't compete with the ground-up beautiful machines at that particular show. I can be proud that my bike was one of the few that was ridden, not trailered, in; and that my bike is ridden every day. Most show bikes rarely touch asphalt. And, Heck, I entered, which for me, took a lot of guts.
I can say with 100% certainty that I was the only competitor who could pose on their own bike in a bikini and look good doing it. Damn straight.
Non-riders may not know this, but 99.999% of motorcyclists and bike builders are really awesomely nice. I met some very cool people. One guy tried to put down my bike as "too stock"-but everyone else really liked it. In fact, it was a crowd favorite- a lot of spectators lingered at the 'Dog and passed the "typical chopper" bikes by.
I took home nothing but a good time. Really, that's what counts the most.
This was a common sight!
Chica
