Crasymaker

You know how I knew Bikes Blues & BBQ had begun? Well, I looked out my window this morning, that’s how. What’s so weird about that?

Let’s see. How about the fact that we don’t live anywhere near Dickson Street (official location of the rally)? Or the fact that we live on a circle drive that sits among dozens of other non-outlet streets? Normally, the only traffic we ever see in front of our house is from the few neighbors that live next door. You see, our house is near the end of the circle so if you’re driving by, you either live next door or you’re lost.

At 7am, there were bikes just rolling by. Where were they headed? I’ll tell you where: Right back where they came from! Hence the circle drive! I can only assume they’re a part of an elitist biker gang that is not satisfied with just being at one of the largest rallies in the world. Nope, I figure these dudes have to be everywhere at one of the largest rallies in the world. In other words, until they cruise through every inch of pavement in Fayetteville, their journey is not complete.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate BBBBQ. In fact, I really like that my city hosts such a interestingly large event. It never ceases to amaze me, though.

This year, city officials are expecting over 400,000 motorcycles to descend upon us. I suppose with that many bikers driving around, some of them are bound to end up doing circles on N. Maxwell Drive. Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised afterall.

I just hope I don’t walk in on one taking a leak in my bathroom sometime this weekend.