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2009 Cycle World Cleveland International Motorcycle Show REVIEW
As you may recall from my last post, I was wondering about the size of the crowd. We were able to park fairly close, but then we always arrive about a half hour before the show opens. There were a decent amount people right off the bat. The shoulder to shoulder crowd did not materialize until around noon. I don’t think that’s indicative of a smaller turnout, only that more people may have slept in. We’ve had brutally cold weather here of late and it wouldn’t be too far off the mark for some to want to consume their fair share of anti-freeze long into the night.
16Feb2009 | wyatt | 0 comments | Continued
It’s Bike Show Time!
The Cycle World Cleveland International Motorcycle Show is in town this weekend at the I-X Center. We usually spend the day there on Saturday (longest hours), truly making a day of it. It’s the EVENT of the winter for us. I’ll write a review after the show, but I’m wondering what this year’s show will be like. Things have changed some since last year.
30Jan2009 | wyatt | 0 comments | Continued
Desperation Ride
I’m quite the butterfly stag where social media is concerned, so I belong to a whole slew of forums and groups and membership sites. I can’t tell you what this does to my inbox, so I must confess I have to pick and choose what to read. Yesterday I saw a forum post that I couldn’t help reading from someone declaring they “rode today”. I couldn’t help myself from trying to live vicariously through someone lucky enough to live in a more forgiving climate.
30Jan2009 | wyatt | 0 comments | Continued
Do you ride? Think you’re a biker?
You’re on a vigorous blast of a ride, and it almost seems a shame that it’s rushing by so fast. There is open country road ahead of you, as far as you can see. Although it’s late in the day, you can feel the warm sun on your arms and a balmy wind buffeting your face. The smells of late summer remind you how little of the riding season you have left. The farm fields have that mature late summer aroma, the kind that burns your nostrils just a little. And the scenery, the rolling patchwork hills, the houses nestled in here and there, a galloping horse behind a distant fence, and long, long shadows that deliver a cool shock every now and then.
20Jan2009 | wyatt | 0 comments | ContinuedThrottle Talk
