Saw an announcement of a charity July 4th ride in my little town. I was the first sportbiker to arrive in the midst of some fairly rough-looking cruiser riders (I think some of them were women. But I was afraid to ask, because I wasn’t certain), and I sorta felt like the odd kid on the block. Finally, another sportbiker arrived, and seemed to know some of the other folks, but didn’t acknowledge me. He kept running up next to me in the pack when we took off, as if he was warming his tires, or trying to get my attention. I’d glance his way, but he was looking straight ahead. Weird. I’d say there were 50 bikes in all, escorted by the cops to keep the locals from plowing through us. Lots of them were sporting flags, and there were no incidents except a few guys pulling over when their bikes gave out. One guy had to pull out to get gas (gee, didn’t you think of that last night?). But it was a lovely ride through the country, about 50 miles I’d guess, down through Social Circle, Good Hope and I’m not sure what else. And you can see a lot of countryside when you’re stuck in 4th gear, trapped in the herd.
We corralled in a parking lot at the end of the ride, and they all queued up to join the town parade. I thanked the ride leader, who hugged me and encouraged me to come to his church, and then headed home, taking the long way so I could ride at my own pace. I was home by 10:00am. Whee. Big 4th, eh?