Each town along the way had the curbs and gas station lots lined with the noble V-twins. Heads turned quizzically as waitresses seemed to have as good a time as the bikers with the novelty of what was happening this particular weekend. The campground and lodge, set as they were among the towering redwoods, were perfect, as was the weather. The ride required full leathers, but once off the motorcycles, the sun went to work to renew what little was left of the suntan. People got settled into their temporary homes, enjoyed a brew or two, pitched a couple of horseshoes.
People watching is always a favorite pastime.
Saturday evening saw a huge barbecue dinner of chicken, beans and other outdoor delicacies, all prepared courtesy of the local Kiwanis. Spreading a little goodwill around by letting some of the locals make a buck or two on the food always makes those hometown folks more receptive to the idea of having 200 motorcyclists stay for the night. After the last of the hungry throngs had full bellies, the party got going at full speed. A bluegrass band that did mostly rock numbers played into the A.M. hours of Sunday, and even when the last chord died down, few died down with it. Sunday morning it was breakfast time for 200.