|An owner watches as judges finish scoring his machine.|
I'd say everyone who attended was a winner. Organizers and those who showed their motorcycles, win or lose, deserve the thanks of those of us who merely did what we had to do to find a parking spot.
Which had its moments. Returning to my Royal Enfield I found myself parked in. Luckily a fellow a few spots over was leaving. By heading in his direction I managed to wind my way out of the space I'd chosen.
It was at this moment that someone asked me about my Bullet.
"How old is that one?" asked a fellow on his way into the parking lot.
"1999," I answered, adding quickly "they still make them in India."
|Finding my Enfield was only marginally easier because it isn't black.|