Thursday, March 06, 2008

Varoom! Varoom! And transformers too!

We managed to stay out of the eye of the motorcycle storm in Daytona, but we couldn’t avoid the thunder completely.

The inn where we stayed was off the beaten motorcyclists path but we did find something interesting. Wednesday morning we went into the dining room for breakfast. Like many such dining rooms at inns, it was decorated with antique furniture. There were antique linens on the table along with fine old china. Everything about the breakfast experience was very refined and sedate.

There were gentlemen having breakfast there who appeared to perhaps be retired doctors or lawyers. They blended in with the ambiance of the room perfectly.

Later in the morning these same gentlemen emerged from the inn in a transformed persona. They were dressed all in leather. Harley Davidson bandanas were placed securely over their silver locks. They went outside and opened the trailers behind their cars. From those trailers they led out some of the most amazingly beautiful motorcycles I have ever seen. These bikes were truly works of art. They revved up these machines and right before our eyes, these courtly gentlemen from the genteel breakfast table became bad assed biker dudes. Varoom! Varoom! With their transformation complete, they rode away leaving their own thunder in their wake.

17 Comments:

Blogger pogo2 said...

mornin' pop,

I have to say that I never pegged you and Mr.PoP as a biker chick and dude, but hooray for you. I've ridden the godawful things pretty much my entire adult life on and off and have had a hip resurfaced because of one pretty spectacular get off, and while they are truly dangerous,they are a hell of a lot of fun. Have a great time.

March 06, 2008 5:02 AM  
Blogger Randal Graves said...

Proof that one can never judge a biker by its cover.

March 06, 2008 5:20 AM  
Blogger fallenmonk said...

There is always a large percentage of lawyers and doctors and other business executives in the biker groups. The crowd from here that treks to Bike Week are all wealthy business owners and the like.

March 06, 2008 5:27 AM  
Blogger Distributorcap said...

it takes all kinds to be a biker
i wonder if george and laura will do their leather --- oops they have chaps

March 06, 2008 5:30 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

A few years ago we were in Key West just as bike week in Daytona ended. A bunch of the bikers motored on down to Key West and were there for the full week that we were there. The place was nuts. Every night they rode up and down Duvall street raising all manners of hell. It was fun to watch the cops trying to keep order. I think they finally gave up after the 3rd night.

March 06, 2008 5:54 AM  
Blogger ZILLA said...

Cool.

My favorite priest, who was the founder of my favorite local charity, had a Harley.

Also, this lawyer I tried to hire once, when my kid was in trouble at school, was a Harley man. My kid fired him -- not because he was a biker (my kid has a crotch rocket), but because he just decided having a lawyer was too creepy, even if he was right and the school was wrong (which he was, and it was).

March 06, 2008 6:56 AM  
Blogger Candace said...

You're a biker chick? Cool. Yeah, we figured that most of the weekend bikers who ride up and down Greenville Avenue here in Dallas are doctors, lawyers, and accountants. I'll never forget the night my own doc met me at the emergency room, and he vroomed up on a Harley.

March 06, 2008 7:25 AM  
Blogger mommanator said...

YOU should see me & hubby on our bike! Silver hair and all! When we first got it the folks said "you aren't gonna ride that with him are you" and I said why not! they opened their eyes in amazement. Also, the first time we did a bike run, we had to get gas, when dismbarking the d--- thing I fell splat on the pavement- much to laugh about now but wasn't funny at the time with all the bikers staring at this ole gal!

March 06, 2008 8:19 AM  
Blogger Dean Wormer said...

That's awesome.

It's sadly not as cool when the rolls are reversed.

When your surgeon rides up to your table on his Harley wearing leather, smelling of a three-day bender and sporting tatoos it doesn't exactly give you confidence.

March 06, 2008 8:21 AM  
Blogger Swinebread said...

Oh man I would have loved to have seen pictures of that!

March 06, 2008 10:02 AM  
Blogger Sewmouse said...

The one time Pan rode out to visit at my place, we kept the Harley in my garage overnight (I don't trust my neighbors).

He wanted to leave early, and rolled the bike out of the garage and down the hill before he started it up. I'm glad he did - the noise would have woken several neighborhoods!

March 06, 2008 12:19 PM  
Blogger an average patriot said...

Glad you had a good time. You won't be surprised any longer about Harley riders. It takes all kinds!

March 06, 2008 3:12 PM  
Blogger DCup said...

What a great description!I'm with Randal. Things aren't always as they seem.

March 06, 2008 5:02 PM  
Blogger Forty Paws said...

You just never know what those old farts are gonna do...

March 06, 2008 5:35 PM  
Blogger two crows said...

huh!
and here Fred has been holding out on us all this time! he never even breathed a word about you 2 being bikers! :)

March 06, 2008 7:34 PM  
Blogger annie said...

only the well-off ride harleys these days. nothing like the old days. it's funny, how the american mainstream ends up mimicking what it once was afraid of.

March 07, 2008 8:45 AM  
Blogger enigma4ever said...

wow....what a visual......and how cool you got to see the transformation...just like a Butterfly...

March 07, 2008 6:22 PM  

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