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Musical Bikers

We went downtown to play (music) on the mall. It was going along pretty good. We had Phillis with us who really gets the crowd roaring. Pretty good having her with us today since we hadn’t played on the mall for a long.

So, we’re down there playing some tunes when suddenly this flock/group/head/herd of bikers came ridin’ by on their hogs. (Some also had motorcycles too) They found an empty parking space which was unfortunately right behind us. So, it took them a few minutes to park. How long does it take to park a motorbike anyway? They weren’t even parallel parking. Put me in a car, I’m parked in two seconds (and I don’t even have a license!). Not only that, as they were parking, they had there radios blazing. You know, I never knew how or even if a biker listened to or had a stereo on his/her hog. Well, I guess I know now. So, after smelling some lovely fumes while they backed-up, we got back to playing.

In about 45 minutes, they came back with their ice creams, lowered themselves back on their rides and puttered off.

Every year, there is a Heck’s Angels (if you know what I mean) convention at the Brookdale Lodge. That’s possibly where they were going after a quick stop to get some groceries in town.

Another Shot At Dancing

As you may not know, while I am a fairly flexible guy, I’ve never been much for dancing. Physically, I’m a dancing god (I’m taking my own word for it ’cause I’ve never tried) but emotionally. . . ah, no.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to dance (Well, reluctantly at least). Before today, I had one other introduction into dancing, African dancing. Pa encouraged both Luke and I to go. He said that it would help us “loosen” up. Well, First going in, I could see that 90% of the people there were ladies and the other 10% were a little. . . not that there’s anything wrong with that. Aside from that, they were all “peace-y.” Now, I like my peace as much as everybody else, but when the dance teacher explained a dance move to the class by saying, “imagine you are pulling back an arrow. . . an arrow of love.” I groaned. Who am I, Cupid?! As you can see, it wasn’t a good start. Continue reading ‘Another Shot At Dancing’