Spent a weekend recently with a bunch of other vets who are bikers. Sometimes that means lots of hours in the saddle, sometimes lots of hours sitting around a fire drinking beer. This time it was the latter, which is fine, but: the older I get, the more I've realized I can sit around drinking beer far more often than I can get out in nice weather in a new location and ride. Drinking beer is pretty consistent from place to place; new places often have new things to see. So in attempting to balance both, I drank beer late into the night, slept late, and rode in the afternoon. As the weather was marginal that day, The Wife and I stopped in at a large flea market by Lake Park, IA. And there were many interesting things to see.........
Fine metal working:
Really ugly children:
State of the art shooting accessories:
Folk art (I couldn't fit these on the bike):Interesting motorcycles:
And the people (I think) who ride them: