By nature, and by tradition, New Englanders are not joiners. Naturally the very absurdity of t he name gives it appeal. Identifying stickers are made, and these are distributed to be tastefully applied to bikes and helmets. Rumors of hidden CD-ROM tattoos abound. Finally signs of Spring start to appear.
Crocuses stick their delicate flowers through remaining patches of melting snow.
Desmo twins crank, clatter, and break into an euphonious staccato idle. Leathers are donned. The sporadic e-mail communication gives way to a permanent home on the world wide web. A banner is unfurled. New rides are planned.