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Thursday, August 18, 2005
	Quaker Steak Bike Night unbelievable Not having been to Sturgis or Daytona Bike Week (yet), I was floored at seeing this many motorcycles of so many breeds in one place! Our first outing to the Valley View Quaker Steak and Lube's "Bike Night" made my week. Stephannie and I (followed by my not-riding-yet wife Lori) rode/drove up to the venue to meet with Adrienna and Aaron. As we wound our way through the valley, we began joining up with, and picking up, more bikes until there was quite a pack moving on the road. Pulling in to QS, one could of course not help but notice the sea of people and dozens of bikes parked in neat little rows. All leaning on their stands like a group of iron synchronized swimmers. We joined the line of bikes to get in. As we rounded the corner of the building, what our eyes beheld was a even more impressive. A football field sized parking lot filled with thousands more motorcycles. Again, neatly parked in row formation. I was in awe! But how could we ever find the afore mentioned A&A? Trolling through the crowd of tattoos, Joe Rocket jackets, and inflated breasts, Stephannie, Lori, and I eyed the host eatery with some distress. Every inch was teaming with leather-clad humanity all hoping to obtain the coveted deep-fried chicken parts that is the jewel in the Quaker Steak crown. Hoping for a decline in the poultry bacchanalia, our attentioned was turned toward the "center ring" as local biker celebrities and adrenalin junkies, The Star Boyz, showed us close up what many of us have only seen in a momentary flash on Route 8 as they continue their search for the guy with the long black cloak and sythe. Or as his friends call him, Death. Ok. Back to the real stars of the show. The bikes that everyone brought in. Factory hogs to custom choppers. This was a great example of the artistry and history that is the motorcycle. My fave was certainly the 1943 World War Two Harley, decked out in all the goodies that helped take the war to Hitler on two wheels. Yeah, I have seen those German sidecar bikes in all the WWII movies. Whatever! Eat our dust mustache boy! As we wandered around, we noticed that most of the "in crowd" had parked their behinds on the grassy slope (not grassy knoll... however, the guy next to me did look like Oswald) overlooking the stream of bikes entering the parking lot. And low and behold, the secret chicken portal appeared in the back of QS where you could walk up, order your deep fried delights, sit down and watch the never ening entrance and egress of our fellow bikers and their steeds. That was just what we did. We wrapped up our feeding frenzy (ok, my eating habits were frenzied... Lori and Stephannie where nothing but lady-like, and there is no proof that I am afraid to say otherwise). As the last napkin bit the dust, we spotted Adrienna and Aaron dismounting and heading toward us. It is only fair to say that we can't really take credit for seeing them until Adrienna took off her helmet. We spotted her red locks glowing as if someone had thrown a road flair into the sea of petrol ponys. After another tour of the rows of bikes, and finally spotting my much desired 2006 HD Dyna Street Bob (the preferred color is matte black for those of you doing your Christmas shopping for me early this year), we headed out into the cool night for a serene ride back to the barn. For those who didn't get there this week, it is EVERY Wednesday night. However, Aaron declared that this seemed to be a bigger night than most. I am sure we will make another trip in September! Ride safe, Chris Posted by C.L. Smith @ 3:07 PM email post 0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home

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