Art of the Bike

I awoke to a woodpecker beating the hell out of John’s aluminum gutters.  Apparently they like to mark out their territory with the loudest sound they can muster and this guy has the neighborhood to himself.  He positions himself in the center of the house to obtain the best resonance and then goes at it.

Bruce and Allyson along with the rest of the Halleran gang pulled in around 9:00 a.m. and we suited up and rode into town for breakfast before heading across the river to Tinicum Park in PA.  The Frenchtown Cafe was packed but somehow managed to seat us quite quickly.  Belly’s full, it was time to check out some classic bikes across the river.

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Art of the Bike – Classic Bikes and Blues was started by a couple of local marketing guys that happened to ride motorcycles as well.  The first year it was held the turnout overwhelmed the tiny area of downtown Frenchtown so they moved it across the river to Tinicum Park.

We arrived, parked and after paying the $5 and being branded I made a beeline to the concourse area where all the old bikes were assembling. Every few minutes another owner would turn in off the road and make his way to the lineup.  Out of all the bikes there for judging I only saw two roll off trailers.  All the rest had plates and registrations and were ridden there and parked.

I need another bike project.

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