I was bored and in search of some excitement, so I armed myself and went down to the biker rally, motivated with memories of the movie “Wild One” with Marlon Brando, and “Easy Rider” with Peter Fonda. Plus, I love to see those biker chicks.
The first thing I did there was scope out the food, and I had a great tasting sausage, peppers and onions sandwich, which really tastes better with a beer, but they had no beer at the rally. I was so disappointed. There were no drunken riders doing wheelies or burning rubber. None of the girls were fighting. So, I went around talking to all those people wearing leather and colorful patches. Things were so sedate, it seemed like a version of “Picking On The Square,” with a different form of dress and a little harder rock and roll music. The stage show was entertaining and everyone was sitting around chatting and listening to the show. People were telling me about the great restaurants they went to in town, and the nice stores they shopped in. Most were staying in local hotels. They all gassed up for their trip home. My mind was clicking like a cash register. It became clear to me that they spent a few bucks in our town.