day 13b

so finally we all are together and saddle up to leave. and now for that lesson learned about leaving a good parking space. get to your bike, get on your bike and leave, all just as quickly as possible. While we were just getting in the saddle some cruiser bikes pulled up in front of us waiting to take over then a pack of choppers behind us. we let them hash it out and we headed east on a side street becasue Main was too packed. We finally meet up with the Schog's who were patiently waiting for us, and so now a pack of about 20 bikes all head east for Ron/Karens "BradyBikerBash. We had to turn off of 441 and wait for two lights for a police escorted funeral procession. a quick left then a quicker right and some of us got caught up in the procession. Hey, if it isn't a biker that understands and respects death then no one does. we ride with death daily. So, we roll past the Gator Harley, that has bikes parking two blocks away, and up the hill to the bash. I did not take a single pic, but here is a web site where some pics are.
http://www.seminolehog.com/2006_leesburg_brady_bash.htm

It was the best of times. karen/ron know how to throw a party. I'm just glad they are Schog's. Living in Leesburg, they could just as easily belong to lake county chapter, in fact the shop is just down the road from their home on the lake. Linda got a tour of the inside and just oooh'd and ahhhh'd all the way home. They had tents set up outside for the food and the tables for our hog butts. they also have a deck on their dock. It doesn't get any better than that. Mike, the last pres. and Dolla were the first one's i see as i round the corner to the back yard. I introduce Larry to some club members, like Leslie and tell him "once we all rode up to Gainsville and then Leslie here says " Well, guess i'm going to ride up to Georgia today."" She laughs upon remembering that day and said "Oh ya. that was a great ride. We spent the night and rode home the next day." Then a guy next to her says "Well, i remember riding all the way back from Sturgis, with her once. Yep, 2 thousand miles and 5 days." "Wow", my brother and I reply. I knew she liked to ride, but didn't know she liked it "that" much. It turns out that Mike and Eric are riding out west just before Sturgis this year also and supposedly they have a campground paid for and won't be using it. They are going early and will ride the Tetons and Yellowstone before the Rally, just like us. Then all the Sturgis tales started swirling. I'm quite amazed at how many Schog's are going this year. So, we ate, drank and talked motorcycles till 5 then said our thank you's and farewell's and ride safe's then saddled up for home. Strong head winds that day. with 129 on the finish odometer.















The End.