A tall, very well put together biker was standing with his back to us. It didn't look like he had ANY clothes on. We did see his cheeks. And eventually determined that there was a piece of cloth wound around his waist. Well, Darlene was disgusted.
Families come here with children.
I was, needless to say, interested in determining further absence of clothes. But Darlene was so, well, loud, and so, well, indignant, that I was concerned the bikers would hear and take affront. Hmm, he did turn eventually towards us. A couple of weeks ago, Darlene and I drove to Bennington and took the historic route to Manchester. If you ever have the time and opportunity, you must take this route.