Monday, June 06, 2005

Vacationing with the Motorcycle Gang

All this talk of vacations has me thinking of the weirdest vacation we went on when I was a child. We were meandering through the Appalachians, with no particular destination in mind, and we were at this little campground way up in the mountains, just us and, as it happened, this vacationing motorcycle gang. The gang was made up of about thirty men, with assorted women and children, and motorcycles and vans and rottweilers and other mean-looking dogs. Lots of tattoos and big moustaches and long hair (I thought they were strange-looking, but handsome. I still do.). All us kids spent a good three days in the pool or playing in the creek. And my mom folded laundry with the women and my dad whooped out his guitar and amused them (god, I can't even imagine) with his renditions of such classics as "House of the Rising Sun" and... well, he only knows three chords, but what he lacks in talent, he makes up for in enthusiasm, so I'm sure he bellowed his way through tons of songs. And then we all packed up and moved on to the next place. For about a week, we just traveled with these bikers, because they were nice and we had no place we needed to be. The unexpected result of this was that for a good three or four years, my dad would get at least two weddings a summer from this group. A couple and their kids would stop by and my mom and I would fish our official Harley Davidson t-shirts procured just for such an event out of a drawer and put them on and go stand as witnesses to the wedding. God, we must have seemed so damn corny.


Blogger twila said...

I think that is so cool! My parents would have gathered us up in fear and run for the hills. And you probably didn't seem corny at all - being accepted and embraced by your family probably just felt damn good.

6/06/2005 09:14:00 PM  
Blogger the Professor said...

I think it's great.
I just saw a large crew of matching orange wearing, Harley riding tourists visiting a serene waterfall in the Puerto Rican rainforest. I laughed and smiled and really wanted to join them. They made it clear that motorcycle gangs are usually people who like to look at things while moving down fast roads without any visual obstructions. Why would we be afraid of that?

6/07/2005 11:38:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

It's one thing I love about my folks. They just refuse to believe that there's not something interesting about everyone. A lot of folks preach "everyone is valuable," but you can believe someone has value and still move away from them at the grocery store. Not my parents. Everyone is interesting and, if you can engage them and find out that interesting thing, all the better.

6/07/2005 03:07:00 PM  
Blogger Yankee, Transferred said...

This is very cool and so NOT my upbringing! Corny? NAH

6/07/2005 04:24:00 PM  

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