i have been reading the comments back and forth from the good people who made the run to kentucky, and i see the freindships that have gone into full bloom from the meet and greet. people, from various backgrounds and walks of life made this trip out of the desire to meet the friends they made here. and what comes to mind for me isn't about biker/ non-biker, wealthy/ poor. what comes to mind is the kindred spirit. there were no big named music acts, no vendors selling the latest greatest gadget to make your scoot so unique, just people who met on here and wanted to put faces with names. and once that happened, once the faces were attached to the names, they became family. never mind the distances that were traveled, fxr's run in with the rain and then the hellish heat, or deb and rexs trip home that is still ongoing on the back of a tow-truck for the second time. and buffy letting us know what is going on, and fxr's phone call from deb to say they are fine, and bulldog wondering should he gas up and roll north. these things acquaintances don't do. family do. i wish the fates would have let me make this run, just wasn't in the cards for many of us. but i have a feeling it will be for the next one. i am grateful to be part of this family that began by looking up a biker site with a somewhat odd name, now i can't think of any other people i would rather be associated with. the cyclefish family. you are welcome at my table anytime.
BadInfluence
