Mike was at it again early(ish) this morning, tinkering on the bike. Eventually mom and I (Brianna) had to go supervise. We got some things done -- Mike added some rubber things for the foot shifter to better feel it while driving, the reflectors were put the back so it's now legal, the map holder has been successfully put together tightly, and cup holder in place. We had to help Mike finalize placements of different gadgets.
Then it was time for registration. Mike, Linda, Mary and myself all had to sign our life over in a waiver -- which none of us fully read. We think we know what we are getting ourselves into. We got cool lanyards with name tags, saying we are part of the crew. We definitely wear those with pride.
We ran some errands to pick up some last minute items--nothing fancy or cool. Mike got his hair cut so he can smile pretty in pictures on Friday. By this time we were famished. The ladies had decided on a restaurant to go to, however, as we were driving, Mike being Mike, decided on a total opposite restaurant. We aren't complaining, the food and drinks were great! Just silly how that happens. Don't ya'll worry, we got revenge when he forgot his phone at the table (like he often does), and took it, but didn't tell him. He may have been cool and collected on the outside when he realized he may have forgotten it at the restaurant, but I am convinced he wasn't and we had him good. Needless to say, he didn't learn his lesson.
Throughout the day we have met a lot of great people. We have learned a lot about the generosity of others and the humor of others. As Mary, Linda and I were walking out of the hotel we caught the full moon -- the sun was still shining. We didn't even introduce ourselves to him, maybe tomorrow. It gave us a good chuckle -- he thought we were kidding when we told him Mary and Linda's last name.
The amount of people in this parking lot is insane. I hope there are no other guests because there isn't room from them. It is all cannonballers. You are in the parking lot working on your bike, any way you look, there are people working on their bike. It reminds you of a swap meet (per Mary -- I've never been to one).
We have especially found a great group of the "three stooges" Tom, John and Charlie. With Tom and John being from Ireland sometimes it's hard understanding them. John told us he went on "pension" for this. Mike made the mistake of accidentally saying John was from Dublin, John said thats like saying someone from Minnesota is the same as someone from New York. John is from Cork, Ireland. Many other things were said, and I am sure many more will be said. Charlie is just as nice of a man, a retired professor who randomly met Tom and John through motorcycles and is now good friends with the.
What a cool experience to now have friends from just working on bikes because we happen to park next to them. Okay, lets be honest, I don't actually working on the bike. I just help where I am needed -- and apparently help mom keep track of Mike's stuff.
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