Chapter 142B

1/14/2007

Laconia Bike Week 

Motorcycle Trek

After another year or so later when we stopped, the farmer had died, sadly- for him, AND we were also out of a camping spot. There were about 40,000 extra in town so our larger group now proceeded up the hill and fanned out as we were rapidly losing sunlight. Tony met back up with us. "I've got us a place, he exclaimed but we ought to bring a peace offering because they don't want a big gang." We stopped at a store where I bungeed a case or two of Heineken (seems like bottles) to my luggage rack. The Irish boys from Boston were using their parents vacation chalet and let us pitch our tents amongst the mosquitoes over the septic tank leach field. As night fell we were invited inside to share a pizza and drinks. Eventually everyone crashed inside that night as there were plenty of recliners, sofas and bunk beds to go around. We were extended an offer to return in coming years as long as we didn't let their parents know they had originally allowed a total stranger biker gang to stay over.

Oh yeah, the motorcycle race. We watched many riders go down at 100 mph, sliding across the macadam bouncing off the hay bales, get up and ride on. We saw some being carried away in ambulances- but they don't stop the race for that!

To conclude, we always stopped at the Christian Motorcycle Ministries' tents on the way out of town for the free coffee and doughnuts, fellowship, and repentance. These guys were prior bad actors from gangs who were born again. Very nice. They say a good tombstone epitaph is "While Alive, He Lived".

I took all but the center shots, for some GREAT bike/event photo see Michael Lichter's web.

chapter 142 first gen

chapter 142C Redux

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