I chose not to ride yesterday. The heavy rain on the weather radar looked like it would keep me from riding today as well.
We went to the Gazebo for breakfast with Zeke and Hang. We went in our car, which was good considering the downpour as we arrived. Miss Vickie took care of us again and we even got to sit right in the gazebo for the first time.
We stopped briefly at the Dollar General on the way back. There was a Redbox machine outside. In this age of Netflix, Prime, Casting and On Demand, I would not have thought this business model to still be viable.
Back at the room, I worked on my bills and blog posts as the cold rain fell. I started feeling a little queasy and laid down for a while. I'm not sure what caused it but it got less intense as the afternoon wore on.
I was glad to be feeling better because today was Hot Sauce BBQ Day. Every year, Scott and a crew of assistants prepare some awesome food in a borrowed smoker. This year was no different. The rain let up and did not start again despite the lying weather radar.
I limited my intake due to my stomach and just had brisket and some coleslaw. As usual, it was some of the best meat I have eaten since the Hot Sauce BBQ last year. Then I cheated and had a piece of cake for dessert.
After the food was done, it was time for the group photo. Cassie did the honours from the balcony.
With the food and the photo complete, it was on to the raffle. A lot of prizes courtesy of Riders of Kawasaki and other generous folks were drawn for. The final prize was the 50/50. The raffle sales saw $610 donated to a local weekend kids food program and $609 awarded to winner Jetson (aka Kioti) of South Dakota. Then he donated $300 of his winnings back to the cause.
One surprise out of the blue was the appearance of Cheap B and Wanda. Their unexpected arrival put the final layer of icing on what had been an outstanding reunion. They will be traveling northeast over the coming week parallel to a few of us.
One other total surprise was a visit from Mojo out of Minnesota. A VROC member from the good old days, he only knew Sandy and I, Hot Sauce & Margot and Sherm. He called us Old Timers. He was on his way south to meet some folks and had been unable to get a room at the Inn, so he was staying down the road.
A number of folks would be leaving in the morning so there were a lot of goodbyes as we mingled. Sherm had decided he would leave for home tomorrow morning as well. This is always a sad time but we have our name on our room for next year one more time. This was our 130th VROC gathering and I expect we will keep coming as long as they keep happening.
We turned in fairly early even though Sandy and I were staying another day.