The Beauty of Bikes

I was at my local Triumph shop yesterday to drop of my Bonneville for some tweaking and I noticed the shop cork board. Down in the lower corner, partially hidden by the usual flyers for lawn mowing services, happy hours, dog training, and photography services, was a beautiful depiction of a sexy Ducati. The card with the picture on it virtually jumped of the board at me. Sleek and silver with swept back lines, how could anyone not notice her? I picked up the card and admired her sexy shape. I was smitten.
The card was a notice for the Harvest Classic Bike Show. Held out in Luckenbach, Texas on Oct. 22-24.
While I have never been to the show, it is obvious that they are interested in guys like me showing up. The picture of the Ducati is right up my alley. Whoever picked out the art for the advertisement obviously understands the beauty of bikes. They are often art and should be depicted and handled as such. Like beautiful women, there is a magic to them as well as a mystery. We are drawn to them and can never get them out of our heads.
I have made phone calls and sent emails already. I will be at Harvest this year. I imagine row after row of beautifully appointed classic bikes. I can hardly wait. It is already the stuff of my dreams.
A cooling fall day in the Texas hill country, open asphalt leading to the oasis of  bike beauty. Me and my crew twisting the throttles a little more as we get closer. I can almost taste the first cold beer. I can almost feel the first high five.
Join me at the Harvest Bike Show if you can. We can admire the bikes and tell stories of loves past. I look forward to meeting you there. I will most likely be on a Triumph Bonnevill. All silver. A pudding  bowl helmet with a yellow 9 ball on the side and crossed checkered flags (don't laugh) on the barck with R.R. Tx written below. Smashingly handsome.  Thats me.

I look forward to seeing you there.