Sunday, my trio was asked to provide music for a fund raiser-poker run/barbecue in a town across the bay. The event was held in a locally well-known biker bar said to be owned by a member of a large motorcycle club. Members of that club, and of affiliate clubs, were certainly visible, Sunday, but moved in their own circle while the benefit was in swing.
The fellows doing the cooking weren't expecting me to show up on my Valk and, not recognizing me, directed me to park in front of the bar, which I did, right near the door. I was going to move the bike to where ever Jill and Darryl parked the truck when they got there, but got side-tracked and forgot about it.
Hours later, after we finished playing, I walked across the parking lot to look at a bike. When I turned to walk back, I was treated to a beautiful sight. The entire front of the bar was lined with black Harley-Davidson motorcycles with a bright yellow Honda Valkyrie parked dead in the middle of them.
Under different circumstances I might have been asked to move the big Honda away from the doorway. Then, I laughed to myself, realizing that I would have been easy enough to find, had someone wanted it moved. I was the only guy in the bar wearing a T shirt decorated with a picture of a dragon and the words, "Go Tell Your Mama What The Big Boys Ride!" "Valkyrie".
