Roar '09
Well, it was an awesome weekend!Completely filled with motorcycles and time spent with my girls. An awesome combo!
Roar started on Thursday with a big bang. A huge parade that was filled with over 1000 motorcycles. The ground shook when they went by, and some people were plugging their ears.
The grand Marshall of the parade was Brett Michaels, of 'Rock Of Love' fame. Women were going crazy over that guy, for some reason.
After the parade, Theresa and Bree showed up and later on so did Wildman. We all hung out and scoped some cool bikes. Thousands of them. It was like a biker's wet dream.
Friday, the weather kind of stunk, and almost nobody brought their bikes. Even I am guilty of that, but I am not ashamed. Two thunderstorms rolled through while Wildman and I walked about. (Prior to that, Tree and Bree hung out for a bit.)
Saturday, the weather was awesome again, and another parade filled the streets, this time with Arlen Ness leading the way. Once again there were thousands of bikes. Bree was hanging with her grandma, so it was just Theresa and I during the day. We scoped out bikes, and then went for a ride around Presque Isle on the trusty Bonnie. It made her butt hurt.
After she went off to work, I went back down with Wildman, and we basked in the glory of the bikes.
Today Theresa and I drove downtown to see if anything was left from the event. A few booths were still there, and so was the sign that draped across State Street. A few bikes. But that was it, except for a lot of trash blowing around the downtown square. Cleanup crews should be busy for quite some time.
So knowing that nothing was happening downtown now that the event was over, we went to Presque Isle and walked. I got to see the Perry Monument for the first time. (I have been the Isle a bunch of times and never saw it.)
Overall, it was an incredible event. My little review here isn't going to do it enough justice, as I am trying to be brief about it. But it was something I will recall for many years.
Below are pictures from the weekend that are not in any order.
Roar started on Thursday with a big bang. A huge parade that was filled with over 1000 motorcycles. The ground shook when they went by, and some people were plugging their ears.
The grand Marshall of the parade was Brett Michaels, of 'Rock Of Love' fame. Women were going crazy over that guy, for some reason.
After the parade, Theresa and Bree showed up and later on so did Wildman. We all hung out and scoped some cool bikes. Thousands of them. It was like a biker's wet dream.
Friday, the weather kind of stunk, and almost nobody brought their bikes. Even I am guilty of that, but I am not ashamed. Two thunderstorms rolled through while Wildman and I walked about. (Prior to that, Tree and Bree hung out for a bit.)
Saturday, the weather was awesome again, and another parade filled the streets, this time with Arlen Ness leading the way. Once again there were thousands of bikes. Bree was hanging with her grandma, so it was just Theresa and I during the day. We scoped out bikes, and then went for a ride around Presque Isle on the trusty Bonnie. It made her butt hurt.
After she went off to work, I went back down with Wildman, and we basked in the glory of the bikes.
Today Theresa and I drove downtown to see if anything was left from the event. A few booths were still there, and so was the sign that draped across State Street. A few bikes. But that was it, except for a lot of trash blowing around the downtown square. Cleanup crews should be busy for quite some time.
So knowing that nothing was happening downtown now that the event was over, we went to Presque Isle and walked. I got to see the Perry Monument for the first time. (I have been the Isle a bunch of times and never saw it.)
Overall, it was an incredible event. My little review here isn't going to do it enough justice, as I am trying to be brief about it. But it was something I will recall for many years.
Below are pictures from the weekend that are not in any order.
We rode the Bonnie for the first time!Made her tookis hurt, but I hope she enjoyed it before that.
The girls on the Bonnie on the first night of the event.Bree had sticky hands and touched all over the tank. It took a half hour to get those sticky palm prints off of it the next day.
Rock Of Love, Baby!Here is Brett taking the stage at the casino in Erie. This is prior to the parade.
I wasn't there for this, but Theresa was. She snapped pics, of course.
Me standing next to a billboard of Brett. Not sure why I wanted to have my picture taken next to this.
Brett's signature on the tank of the bike he rode in the parade.I think the other signatures are from his 'people'.
2009 Yamaha Vmax!The KING of muscle bikes in its modern iteration.
A second generation Vmax with only a little over 2,000 miles on it. This is very similar to mine, although it is in much nicer shape. Mine would be too, if it had never been ridden either. But mine has been used for FUN, and this guy obviously never rides.
A chopper modeled after Tony Montana from the 80's movie Scarface. Notice that the exhaust is actually a machine gun. Pretty sweet.
Beautiful Bonneville 750. This one came out some time after the 650, which is probably the most legendary of all Triumph motorcycles. This is one awesome specimen, though. Pretty lines on this machine!
I'm not sure what model of bike this is, but it sure was original.
I bet it sure gets a few stares when going down the road.Is it legal to ride this in all fifty states?
A Can Am three wheeled motorcycle. The two wheels are in the front, which makes this trike pretty sweet.***
I'm so happy I was able to make it to this event, and even more excited that I made it to all three days. Each day had its own feeling, and memories made from it.
I simply can't wait until next year.
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