There are about 60,000 residents in the town where I live, and we have a few thousand extra with the Katrina evacuees. This weekend, we are expecting 300,000 bikers and — well, whatever you call people who come, as tourists, to hang out with bikers.
There have been festivities going on since Wednesday.The traffic and the noise level have been horrifying. The police are out in force. That Man’s cousin is down on the square with his BBQ smoker and, I have it on good authority, a dancing skeleton in a do-rag.
The place where #1 son works has a sign up: “Welcome, Bikers!” There are lots of signs like this around, but this particular little shopping center contains an optometrist, a wedding planner, and a beauty salon, so I am having a little trouble envisioning a lot of biker activity there. I could be wrong.
I was checking out at the grocery store and I asked the white haired old lady next to me whether she was going to go down and see the motorcycles.
“Well,” she said, blushing, “I was asked to ride…”
I’m envisioning a parade float of some kind here.
“… but I haven’t ridden in years.”
Ah. A procession of bikers, perhaps, inviting a stalwart former motorcycle mama to join them.
“Besides, he’s married.”
I quickly readjust my thoughts.
“I thought it was sort of tacky of him to ask me.”
I agreed with her, adding a bit of shocked disapproval to my expression. Apparently, it is Not Done to ride around on a Harley with a married man. He should have known.
“Anyway, if he’ll cheat on his wife, he’ll cheat on you too,” the lady finished up.
I don’t know what kind of geriatric hijinks are going on down at the biker festival. Maybe I’ll go down myself and see.
However, I have a lot of housework to do first, and I need to get onto that fact-checking, and I am really hoping to finish Brooklyn’s right sleeve. I also have a baby shower to go to tomorrow, and I was wanting to make something for that. This does not sound like a realistic plan for the day.
Here are the sleeves of Brooklyn — the completed left sleeve on the right, just to keep things interesting, and the other sleeve, striving to be just like the completed one when it grows up.