Saturday, September 25, 2004
Rain Drops are Falling on My Head...
Galveston rally 9/25/04
Sandy Sandifier - a.k.a. Uncle Fester
John Case - a.k.a. Trash
Tim McElmurry - a.k.a. GQ
Terry Wingate - a.k.a. Iceman
Joann Wingate - EvilEye
With hopes of seeing some cool bikes and weird riders we left for the Galveston bike rally before dawn, meeting at the Exxon gas station in Katy. What we saw were giant raindrops and deep water. Two of our party, Iceman and EvilEye started out on their bike but quickly chickened out and returned for their pickup truck. This was my first meeting of Iceman and EvilEye and I'll have to say I was disappointed in their sense of adventure but admired their common sense.
We made it to Webster before it started to rain on us. The rain was intermittent from their to just north of Galveston. As we got onto the bridge to the island the skies opened up with a sold sheet of water. When we hit the transition on the other side where you go from the bridge to the main road our bikes submerged about a foot under water. Now we were total soaked sinck our boots were now full of water. Fortunately we we were to stop about a block up to have breakfast and join up with the smart couple in the truck.
After a freezing breakfast we hung around until it looked like we had a window of opportunity where we could go to the rally site without riding in the rain. We headed over to the rally, and while in route watch a couple of motorcyclist bite the pavement as they tried to stop on the wet roads. Made us even more cautious than we already were...
Even with the rain, the rally was pretty well attended. Seems that a lot of folks come down the night before so they can party all night and then hit the exhibitions about noon. We stood on the crowded boardwalk in the warehouse area and watched the parade of bike roll and slide down the main drag.
After walking around for a couple of hours we road over to the seawall to watch more riders. I was told that in years past there would be a continual parade of bikes along the seawall. This year it was sporadic. After letting our boots and socks dry on the wall we decided to head back home. Three drowned rats...
Go here for photos of the rally... http://picasaweb.google.com/GQman1/GalvestonRally04#
Sandy Sandifier - a.k.a. Uncle Fester
John Case - a.k.a. Trash
Tim McElmurry - a.k.a. GQ
Terry Wingate - a.k.a. Iceman
Joann Wingate - EvilEye
With hopes of seeing some cool bikes and weird riders we left for the Galveston bike rally before dawn, meeting at the Exxon gas station in Katy. What we saw were giant raindrops and deep water. Two of our party, Iceman and EvilEye started out on their bike but quickly chickened out and returned for their pickup truck. This was my first meeting of Iceman and EvilEye and I'll have to say I was disappointed in their sense of adventure but admired their common sense.
We made it to Webster before it started to rain on us. The rain was intermittent from their to just north of Galveston. As we got onto the bridge to the island the skies opened up with a sold sheet of water. When we hit the transition on the other side where you go from the bridge to the main road our bikes submerged about a foot under water. Now we were total soaked sinck our boots were now full of water. Fortunately we we were to stop about a block up to have breakfast and join up with the smart couple in the truck.
After a freezing breakfast we hung around until it looked like we had a window of opportunity where we could go to the rally site without riding in the rain. We headed over to the rally, and while in route watch a couple of motorcyclist bite the pavement as they tried to stop on the wet roads. Made us even more cautious than we already were...
Even with the rain, the rally was pretty well attended. Seems that a lot of folks come down the night before so they can party all night and then hit the exhibitions about noon. We stood on the crowded boardwalk in the warehouse area and watched the parade of bike roll and slide down the main drag.
After walking around for a couple of hours we road over to the seawall to watch more riders. I was told that in years past there would be a continual parade of bikes along the seawall. This year it was sporadic. After letting our boots and socks dry on the wall we decided to head back home. Three drowned rats...
Go here for photos of the rally... http://picasaweb.google.com/GQman1/GalvestonRally04#
