The Roar of Motorcycles

I never thought I'd learn to love the sound of a big line of bikers roaring past Afton Station.  Clearly, I'd rather they stopped there, but just knowing they're out on the road, testing the first day of what appears to be spring, was good enough for me today.  After a nasty and endless winter, followed by a drive to Afton this morning in blinding rain, it was such a joy for the sun to come out to bathe those intrepid bikers in its rays.  However, as I said, very few of them stopped at the Station, and I can kind of understand that.  Who wants to dismount and come into a building when  you can be feeling the warm wind in your hair?

We had visitors today, but until later in the afternoon, they were all the car-driving variety.  There was this friendly guy from Fairland, OK who just moved back to the area from Rhode Island.  We  had a good conversation about old movies, and he provided me with the URL for a website where I can watch lots of them.  Then, he was kind enough to call back later in the day to tell me he'd given me the incorrect website, and to correct it for me.  Nice guy!

Other visitors were a man from Pekin, IL who was heading back home after a business trip and chose Route 66 as his path.   He was behind schedule, which is common (or absolutely normal) for those who are captured by the Mother Road spirit.   The next visitors were a couple from Milwaukee, WI who were going from Chicago to Flagstaff and they, too, chose Route 66.   Then a gentleman from Claremore arrived to see the cars and ask if we had any Studebaker parts for sale.  He's restoring one himself.

Finally, near the very end of the day, we had our first bikers!   Five folks from the Motorcycle Museum in Miami (OK) drove over for a visit.   They are excited about the change in the weather, too.  They'll be having a booth at next weekend's Antique Sign and Advertising Show too, so we'll see more of them soon. Here are two of them inspecting the Thunderbird that's being raffled off later this summer.  

Big news!   Our new signs came back from the printer.  The old ones, which Marly spent so much time painting, fell to the ravages of the wind and weather.  This time, we had them  printed on metal and should stand up to the elements a lot better.   Nice, aren't they?