

A couple of Sundays ago, I went out painting in the morning. It was about 7:30am. I went into Priscilla's to get a cup of coffee, and I heard this rumbling and felt a shaking. 'Earthquake' of course was first to mind, since the only other one I ever experienced was also on a Sunday morning. I looked around and nobody else was freaking out, so I couldn't think, 'what could this racket be?'
Of course, a huge pack of motorcycles! Not just your everyday kind. No the kind that makes a sound that sets of car alarms and frightens animals. I found out later that they were all going to a charitable function of some sort, but I still couldn't believe the noise I heard at 7:30 on a Sunday morning!
Luckily, I had a camera handy. I think the rider in the closeup looks like my Dad.