What a fantastic weekend for bikers.
I’m pretty sure from the number of motorcycles on the roads this weekend that pretty well everyone realized it finally stopped raining, at least for two days. And it couldn’t have picked a better two days than our bike club’s back-to-back runs — our annual pet food run to benefit SHAID animal shelter and our memorial run to remember fallen bikers.
We had a great turnout on Saturday for the Maritime Motorcycle Touring Association’s pet food run. We counted about 115 bikes, many of them two-up, so we would have had more than 150 riders for sure. I haven’t received the final tally yet, but heard on Saturday that the run raised more than $1,300. That’s wonderful news for SHAID and the many animals who will benefit in the coming months.
Our RoadDog had a great day. It is by far one of Jake’s favourite events of the year, since it’s usually his first big gathering of bikes and riders, especially “his people” from the MMTA, of the season. He was excited from the time I told him it was the big day on Saturday morning and was completely wound up by the time we arrived in Mahone Bay at lunch time. He was so excited at SHAID that he actually turned down a Timbit when Steve offered it to him. Don’t worry, he’s okay. He got over it quickly and has had, I think, two Timbits since then, one later that afternoon in Chester and another last evening at home.
Last evening’s Tims run, I confess, was all about Steve and I sucking up to our dog. We left him home yesterday and he wasn’t very happy with us. The memorial run is the one day of the year when Jake doesn’t get to ride with us, but he doesn’t really grasp the reasons behind that, so he just gets put out by being left behind. But it was a great ride with a good turnout and the sun was shining.
And speaking of our memorial run, Steve and I are now sporting new magnetic bumper stickers on our four-wheeled vehicles reminding people to watch out for motorcycles. Please do that, whenever you’re on the road. It doesn’t matter who is right or wrong — the bike always loses.