The Sheer Magnitude of Saturday's Leesburg BF Crowd Blew Us Away.
Police Blotter: Seven Saturday accidents, no deaths reported.
It's more than just the main drag, longer than Sturgis and Daytona combined, it's the combination of off street parking lots, plus a half mile of bikes parked roadside far beyond the 10 block area of the town's center. As a free ride in, it's hard to quantify the numbers of bikers who made the bikefest, but this year was obviously far and away, larger than 2010. Add to this, the sight of area bars with packed parking lots, and one begins to appreciate the enormity of this, the world's largest three day biker event. How does ABM know it's the world's largest? Because we've interviewed bikers from around the world. They are blown away by the size of our "Meetings". (yes, meetings). One to five thousand is a blowout crowd anywhere else. In America, it's a disappointment. The USA has the finest bikers anywhere, and runs like this one prove it.
Yes, we saw cops, like several FHP mc's on patrol, one pointing a laser device down #441, but no customers, as several pick up cars and bikes down the road idled under a Spanish moss-soaked oak tree. Since we've been here, we haven't seen one biker get a ticket, an arrangement which seems to work well for both sides.
ABM took a midday break from doing what we do to sip a cold draft under a big tent, crowded with bikers from all walks of life, including 1%'s from a famous American club. All were enjoying themselves as if it was a family reunion (without the usual family reunion drama).
We have no idea what's in the water down here (our only complaint, the h2o tastes like a--s), that seems to mellow everyone out. Probably has nothing to do with the water, and everything to do with being welcomed by townspeople who sincerely appreciate the biker. We're so used to being hosed for our bucks, then shoved aside for the next victim, that, at times, this one is nearly a surreal experience. Enough gushing, you get the idea.
Soon it will be time to blast back through rural central Florida for the 140 miles back to the ABM compound. Hopefully we'll find some ripe tomatoes and a big head of lettuce in the garden. I could eat a ton of it. This is a great year to start your first garden. You'll save a hundred bucks (or more) a month and the fresh veggies are so good, they give you a vitamin buzz. But I digress. One more swing through town, and we're on the road again, and like we say every single trip,
It's more than just the main drag, longer than Sturgis and Daytona combined, it's the combination of off street parking lots, plus a half mile of bikes parked roadside far beyond the 10 block area of the town's center. As a free ride in, it's hard to quantify the numbers of bikers who made the bikefest, but this year was obviously far and away, larger than 2010. Add to this, the sight of area bars with packed parking lots, and one begins to appreciate the enormity of this, the world's largest three day biker event. How does ABM know it's the world's largest? Because we've interviewed bikers from around the world. They are blown away by the size of our "Meetings". (yes, meetings). One to five thousand is a blowout crowd anywhere else. In America, it's a disappointment. The USA has the finest bikers anywhere, and runs like this one prove it.
Yes, we saw cops, like several FHP mc's on patrol, one pointing a laser device down #441, but no customers, as several pick up cars and bikes down the road idled under a Spanish moss-soaked oak tree. Since we've been here, we haven't seen one biker get a ticket, an arrangement which seems to work well for both sides.
ABM took a midday break from doing what we do to sip a cold draft under a big tent, crowded with bikers from all walks of life, including 1%'s from a famous American club. All were enjoying themselves as if it was a family reunion (without the usual family reunion drama).
We have no idea what's in the water down here (our only complaint, the h2o tastes like a--s), that seems to mellow everyone out. Probably has nothing to do with the water, and everything to do with being welcomed by townspeople who sincerely appreciate the biker. We're so used to being hosed for our bucks, then shoved aside for the next victim, that, at times, this one is nearly a surreal experience. Enough gushing, you get the idea.
Soon it will be time to blast back through rural central Florida for the 140 miles back to the ABM compound. Hopefully we'll find some ripe tomatoes and a big head of lettuce in the garden. I could eat a ton of it. This is a great year to start your first garden. You'll save a hundred bucks (or more) a month and the fresh veggies are so good, they give you a vitamin buzz. But I digress. One more swing through town, and we're on the road again, and like we say every single trip,
"We're always smilin' on the way home from Leesburg."
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