Two summers ago, an 18 wheeler parks beside my abode as I'm mowing. Wtf? I says...you're not staying here long are ya. Illegal in town, it is.
Cool driver he's just here for a few hours to drop off some motos for some folks flying in from Miami.
That piqued my interest, oh yeah, what kinda bikes?
Oh, mostly BMW's.
Reaaally, I says. How many?
Oh, about 20.
Seriously, wow. He begins to unload them and park them at the opposite curb. These were some of the sweetest BMW's I've seen, a few collector editions, etc.
It was a stunning show and the group began to arrive, so I talked to the organizer, very cool Cubano.
Turns out he's the CFO for the biggest beemer dealer in Miami.
We get to jawing and he asks if I'm interested in taking a lap with them tomorrow.
Sorry, gotta work but next time fosho.
All of these beachy city latinos come around and not being particularly friendly as I inspect. My usual no fucks given. They warm up and start asking me where they can go fast. I tell them anywhere ya want man. Look around you.
The next 4 days it rains like a mofo.
I hear them rumble out each morning.
It is disappointing to me how many people trailer their motorcycles here (JH) for a weekend then drive home in a day or two.
Usually big honking Hogs.
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An aside:
I found some stored saddlebags the other day. Bought them used about 10 years ago. Prolly 8.5/10 condish.
Nelson-Riggs brand...
If anyone is interested in them, Pm me and I'd accept a reasonable offer.
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