It’s Motorcycle Week here in the Lakes Region. The bikers are everywhere and there is a constant “rumbling” all about, it doesn’t stop. The weather is ideal, too (highs in the 70’s, sunny), unlike some other years, where there’s been more than a fair share of rain.
Every June, thousands of bikers come from all over to enjoy the sites, take in the numerous events, and to just relax and enjoy this beautiful New Hampshire location. They’ve done this for years. Some dress up for the occasion and some dress down. Some even undress!
When I was a kid, I would watch them parade through a main thoroughfare leading to the Weirs where most of the events take place. I’d admire their costumes and bikes, and would wave at them, hoping they’d wave back. (In those days, it was the normal thing to do.)
Then, as a teenager, it was fun to drive a car through the Weirs Boulevard with a group of friends at night to check out all of the wild things that were happening. The traffic would be bumper-to-bumper and it would take hours to do, but the sights and excitement were always worth it and gave us plenty to talk about. We’d always watch for those signs that said, “Show me your …
Now that I’m older, I prefer to just stay away from them as much as possible. It’s great that they’re all enjoying themselves and I don’t blame them for wanting to be here, but the roads get way too congested for some of us “seasoned” locals. Besides, we already have good memories of when we were younger.
Aahhh, I can even remember sitting on the back of a Harley, wind blowing through my hair, my clogs almost falling off from the vibrations, arms wrapped around….
It’s hard to believe this memory was over 30 years ago. Maybe I should try it again? In Polyester Pajamas?
Hey, what a great marketing idea!