Bearded Lady Motorcycle Freak Show

I need to post pictures of this event, but they're on my camera and I'm too tired and hot to try to transfer them right now, so words will have to do.

This lovely event takes place in the parking lot by Diamonds, the coffeehouse near where Ross works. We rode over - me on my CB-1, Ross on his Honda 450. I had been suffering from stiff back that morning, made worse by bending over the dog for half an hour wrestling a comb through his fur. So we get to Diamonds, I spot an opening in the line-up of motorcycles along the curb and wrestle my bike into it, and as I'm wrestling something goes bad - seriously bad - with the muscles in my back. A tremendous pain shoots through my back and all through my torso. I manage to park it and walk over to find Ross, hoping that the pain will ease. But no. If anything it grows worse, cramping my body so that I can't quite draw a full breath. I can barely tell Ross what's wrong because the stress has got me crying.

We go inside and get some water, and Ross finds a guy who works there and does some massage. He goes to work on my back, and fifteen minutes later I am at least smiling and thanking him, and able to get up and look at motorcycles. And boy, there are some cool bikes to see. The event has a somewhat rockabilly feel, with a down-to-earth grunginess competing with (or perhaps complimenting) a fifties-era style. There are new bikes, old bikes, heavily modified bikes, but mostly unique bikes full of character.

Pictures to follow.