Mountainwet 2017 and Beyond

Saturday morning was a bust from the start. The Bean and I were up and ready to roll out by 9am

but some people who ride motorcycles are just plain idiots. We walked out to the bikes, parked under the awning out in front of the hotel, to find that a row of late, incoming riders had blocked us in by double parking! What kind of moron thinks this is ok is beyond me! When one of the offenders finally got his ass out of bed and wandered out, he got indignant with Bean when she asked him to move his bike!

Unfortunately, that was one of the few times on Saturday we would get to see some sunshine. We decided to head up to Mylan Park to get a patch sewn on to Bean's new threads. You see, the last couple of times we rode together, I ran lead. So this weekend, because Bean had done all the leg

work on the event and had the trusty cell phone GPS gig going for her, I gave her the title of Road Captain and she ran lead the entire weekend. With the title, came the patch, which I bestowed upon her on Friday. So Saturday we went in search of the lady with the sewing machine to place the patch. We got about half way up the twisty two lane road that leads to Mylan Park when the sky opened up on us. By the time we parked, it was coming down pretty steady. And about that time, the nice lady parking the bikes informed us that the venue didn't open until 11am... it was about 10:30. So along with a group of about a dozen other riders, we huddled under the entrance tents and bullshitted... sort of like a bridge party. For those of you who don't know what a bridge party is, think of the time you're driving your car down the road in the pouring rain, you go under a bridge or overpass and see a bunch of motorcycles pulled over and the people standing around talking... that, my friends, is a bridge party! You share stories of other weather disasters you have survived and general biker trash talk. 11am rolled around and the weather was still crappy. So we waited for it to let up, then rolled on back down the hill to Triple S Harley-Davidson to spend some money, shop and wait out the next down pour to pass. 

After the rain again gave us a break, we headed back to the hotel to change into something dry, throw our clothes in the drier (for the second time and this time there was a wait) and wait out the current down pour. Eventually it gave us a break and we rode back up to Mylan Park where a small group of the thousands of people in town had ventured out by then. I hooked up again the Chris and the Cycle Source crew who were finishing up a very small bike show (as you can see by the puddles the bikes were sitting in, few wanted to come out for it...)

Bean got her patch stitched on, we watched some midget wrestling from the back row for awhile

me and a wet Bean at the Harley shop

inside, then ventured back down to the Harley shop to listen to some tunes when, you guessed it, the rain came back in...again! So we hung out there for awhile as the band played on before working our way back to the hotel to dry off, eat some junk food and finish off the night with an HBO movie.

Sunday morning we parted ways and I headed south on US 19 out of Morgantown. The road was an absolute mess from the day before, with all the storms. There was mud and gravel all over the road the entire way south and in some spots, it was somewhat treacherous. But I made it all the way to Fairmont, WV (about ten or fifteen miles south of Morgantown) before I got dumped on again!!!!!

More later... here are some pictures for you. Peace out. Bobbi.

dude at the Harley shop ... picture says it all

view out our hotel room window during one of the ongoing downpours

Chris with Cycle Source Magazine reading off bike show winners