My motorcycle: 750 cc, V-Twin, cruiser, Honda. Model "PHANTOM" (not making that up!! "Phantom" is the name of this model!)
For 18 years, I have been a fan of the Barber Motorsports Vintage Motorcycle Rally. I have attended 16 of them.
Always full of great history, stories, photo ops, incredible engineering---and the people-watching is beyond my ability to adequately describe. All walks of life and backgrounds, from brain surgeons on $50,000.00 trikes, to Outlaw Motorcycle Club members, prowling the Swap Meet for 1957 Harley parts.
Triumph, KTM, BMW, Ducati, Honda, --- just everyone who made the rally what it is-- they were fantastic. Displays were eye-popping. The motorcycles allow and encourage close up admiration of engineering and the tweaks.
I sleep in the forest, in my 4 man tent, along with hundreds of other bikers, of all ages and backgrounds.
It's a no-judgement zone. People look at what others have done with the equipment or camping stuff and everyone talks and gabs and is excited to be there.
Plan was to leave on the morning off the 5th at 0500. Wanted to be through Montgomery, Alabama before first light, because it is the ugliest place in North America.
6 hours to Leeds, AL. Had an issue with some fasteners and so got out on the road at about 0615. Still made it to Barber in time to claim an excellent camping spot! PRIMO !!!
I stop at Buccees in Leeds Alabama. Those who know Buccees, know. It's a destination. Chopped BBQ, brisket, pork, chicken---full fresh bakery. Also a grocery store with everything a traveler or camper or local resident could need. Clothing, equipment, blankets, accoutrements, food, medicine, water, snacks---it's like a truck stop (no trucks allowed) that has E V E R Y T H I N G!
My interior of my tent. It's a 4 person. I can almost stand. It is cozy. Oh yeah. Sleeping on the ground! It rained several hours the first night. As the water pattered off of the tent, sleeping in the woods, listening to that was really nice. Plus, the rain tended to dampen the crazy hell raising in the camping area and even toward the pits. The rain started to drizz;e and softly slap the tents, and the camp went quiet. The woods went black and we all got some good sleep.
Campsite
Forest behind site, I am protected on three sides
Breathtaking Indian chief. Indian always brings wonderful old BIG motorcycles that instantly transport one to the 30's and then late 50's. They are dream machines. I am always sad their manufacturing / management history has been a little scattered and left them behind a bit. They are still making excellent motorcycles.
Beautiful old machines
These performers eventually put three motorcycles and two additional women in this globe and ride them every which way, as in upside down :-]
On the way 320 miles
water features include bathing maidens and gators---as well as monstrously large goldfish.
Saturday crowd. I ride the tram around to get off my feet and expand my horizons. This was a trip to the swap-meet.
The globe of death
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