Chrome Locusts

It started on or about mid week. You would here the faint buzzing of one or two over on the bluff. By lunch on Thursday, shadows cast by them on hotel parking lots and Weigels gas pumps left you feeling anomalous even edgy. Dinner time on Friday, it was obvious we had a major event happening. They were everywhere.! everywhere!!! eating our crops! and pillaging our orchards!!! (slap! pause, silly look)
No this is not another episode of Little House on the prairie, but the HOG rally happenings in K-town this weekend. They did swarm on our little city, not doing crop damage but dumping greenbacks only second to emissions from their fish-tail exhaust pipes. How much? some estimates say around 7 mil. Good for Mr Freelunch, even better for Me! Let me explain.
So many good things have happened to our unit since moving here last year, but the announcement of the national HOG rally coming to Chillhowee sang to my ears like... (click here)

I came down with the chrome virus back in 01 when I bought my first couchglide, geezerglide, hardly ableson, second mortgage. (choose one) The romance of riding an American icon on American roads with the greatest American people has gotten (word?) under my skin and found a home, (under my skin, not on...no tattoo...Yet.) So you can imagine as the weekend approached, if I had a womb and something was in it, it would have leaped! A real feel good event for any Harley Davidson lover, sweet! (chills, hairstand).
So life goes on, and as Public Service picks up what the swarms of "chrome locusts" left behind I will never look upon that sacred site in the same way again. A homecoming was made here, a homage to Americana freedom, here in my city, and I was there.
Grandchildren gather, let me tell you a story...