b is for bike week.

weir's beach.
laconia, new hampshire.
the oldest consecutively held motorcycle rally in america.
also,
the better-than-memorial-day start of,
and simultaneously,
the lamest week of,
summer.
we've got roving bands of harleys and hondas.
a hundred different kinds of goateed leather-clad 'tardedness.
an infinite number of cliche'd fashion disasters.
panheads, shovelheads, knuckleheads,
and the bikes they rode in on.
all of that two-wheeled sad nancypants sauce.
bike weak is more like it.
after all,
REAL bikers pedal.....
and these assless chaps just peddle.
hahahhhaa.
assless chaps!
c'mon, it's a two-fer!
beer, bikers, beaches, and beef.
sounds like a spot i will pretty much avoid forever.
so far, so good.
it is so good for those peddlers, however.
no foolin', a LOT of t-shirts get sold this week.
if you don't have an official 'bike week' black shirt,
then it's as if it didn't happen.....
so there'll be bargain-huntin' ultra-wide glides all up in this area
right up until father's day.
the good news?
the forecast calls for deluge, downpour, and drizzle!
all mutha-flippin' day, every day.
and that is awesome.
please forgive my ruiner's delight, ya'll.
it's not malicious,
it's just that i've actually filled my lifetime quota
of harley-davidson tattoos.
and i did it years ago....

ah well,
the busy season is all up on me, up here,
and i'm actually psyched for all the tattzy-blasterellas i get to do.
it's a seasonal sense of purpose that non-vacation area folks
just don't experience as intensely.
like a dam breaking, a flood of f*lickers arrive,
hungry for adventure,
and prepared to settle for burgers and mini-golf.
and tattoos, fortunately, albeit inexplicably.
it's just not the same thing as a black souveneir t-shirt.
i'm sayin'...
which is where we come into the picture;
being at work, keeping active, and getting paid,
beats the sh!t-salad-chalet out of at-home evenings every time.

we've got the cucch headed up tonight
for an extended visitation schedule.
better days are always coming;
never quiet, never soft...