Bike Night with the Victory Motorcycle Club (VMC) at
Legends on Rte. 66 in Glendora this week was something to relish. There was
good food at the 50s-60s style hamburger joint which is in full Rte. 66 décor. With friends, acquaintances becoming friends,
and fellow motorcycle enthusiasts it was a wonderful way to break up the week.
I was greeted to Legends by others who'd gotten there
early at a table with maps spread out while Kevin talked about his upcoming group
ride to Sturgis and possible changes to the itinerary. He received tales of
past rides by several riders and envy from the rest of us. Bike night is an
ideal place to talk over rides coming up, rides of the past, and anything that
you would think that you'd like to do to your bike. I’m a conservative rider
and have kept my ride pretty much stock but the more I go to bike night the
more I’m considering performance enhancements.
I ate my well-prepared chicken strips at a table with
Ken, Dale, and Rhoda as she impressed us with her injury recovery regimen and
resiliency while she received praise and encouragement in kind. The shared
experiences at the table expanded my personal view if riding while the sense of
community at the event as folks went from table to table and then around the
bikes gave me a good sense of inclusion. These are good people.
The ride home was punctuated by a brief tropical rain
shower, just strong enough to have the drops coalesce on the windscreen
sparkling like rubies until I leaned into a left turn and they magically
changed to diamonds in the lights of the oncoming eastbound traffic of the 210
freeway. Once the droplets hit critical mass by joining together they would
race up to the edge and leap like lemmings into the air, some to land on my
face shield to repeat the process and some to complete the journey to earth
unless I was being tailgated where they would meet their doom on the clown's
radiator.
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