When summer arrived, I decided to take my Suzuki to a car show. I knew it wasn't a show bike, but it was the spirit of adventure. A friend of mine started a car show on Monday night. Why Monday? He thought "it's the only night in the northwest suburbs of Chicago that doesn't have a car show." These shows, of course, feature automobiles of all years. Corvettes, Mustangs, Chevelles, GTOs,
32 Fords-just about any car you can think of. Mike who runs the show owns a store in a local shopping mall. He convinced the tenants and the Village to allow him to host the show on Monday. It took alot of work. The Village didn't want trouble so they made him jump through hoops to get their consent. After he received permission, he roped off an area for around 400 cars. He also created an area for motorcycles. I mentioned to him that I bought a motorcycle and he urged me to bring it to the show. He said "your Bike, it's not American Iron, but you can bring it to the show."
Monday arrived (the shows start in June and run to the end of September) so I, clad in a full face HJC helmet, Joe Rocket armored jacket, jeans and steel toed boots, mounted the C50. The motor roared to life effortlessly. Up with the kickstand, tap the bike into first, twist the throttle while slowly releasing the clutch and I was on my way. I had to travel about three miles through moderate traffic. When I arrived at the show, I pulled up to where Mike and his son were standing. They had tee shirts on that said Security on the back. They direct the cars into the lot during show hours.
When I brought the bike to a stop, I flipped up the visor and Larry, Mike's son didn't recognize me. I took the helmet off and he was both surprised and happy to see me. He called his Dad over and they spent ten minutes looking at the bike. Mike had a Chrysler with a Hemi in it and Larry owns an 80's Camaro Z28 that he restored-so they're not motorcycle guys. They couldn't get over how nice the Bike was. They don't like metric products, but they said my son was welcome at their show also.
32 Fords-just about any car you can think of. Mike who runs the show owns a store in a local shopping mall. He convinced the tenants and the Village to allow him to host the show on Monday. It took alot of work. The Village didn't want trouble so they made him jump through hoops to get their consent. After he received permission, he roped off an area for around 400 cars. He also created an area for motorcycles. I mentioned to him that I bought a motorcycle and he urged me to bring it to the show. He said "your Bike, it's not American Iron, but you can bring it to the show."
Monday arrived (the shows start in June and run to the end of September) so I, clad in a full face HJC helmet, Joe Rocket armored jacket, jeans and steel toed boots, mounted the C50. The motor roared to life effortlessly. Up with the kickstand, tap the bike into first, twist the throttle while slowly releasing the clutch and I was on my way. I had to travel about three miles through moderate traffic. When I arrived at the show, I pulled up to where Mike and his son were standing. They had tee shirts on that said Security on the back. They direct the cars into the lot during show hours.
When I brought the bike to a stop, I flipped up the visor and Larry, Mike's son didn't recognize me. I took the helmet off and he was both surprised and happy to see me. He called his Dad over and they spent ten minutes looking at the bike. Mike had a Chrysler with a Hemi in it and Larry owns an 80's Camaro Z28 that he restored-so they're not motorcycle guys. They couldn't get over how nice the Bike was. They don't like metric products, but they said my son was welcome at their show also.
