I had a three meat omelette for breakfast, with sourdough toast and tomato. Sandy had two scrambled eggs, bacon and a biscuit. I traded her half my toast for half her biscuit. The omelette was excellent.
People continued to arrive throughout the morning.
Jax asked for a hand hanging Kawasaki banners. Remember Kawasaki? They produced the Vulcan that resulted in this amazing group, which now mostly rides GoldWings and drives trucks. The gang pitched in and got the job done in no time.
Our Wing sat out in 24 hours of rain. I was alarmed to see light rust on the front brake rotors. In 260,000+ kilometres, I have never seen this before. Unlike cars, the Honda motorcycle rotors are stainless. I will have to take it for a ride to scrape this off and see if it happens again.
It started to spit rain just as Willie Wonka and The Lovely Carlene pulled in. They got soaked yesterday in Tennessee by an epic downpour and were glad to get here dry today. But the precipitation was light and brief, putting the lie once again to the meteorologist's predictions.
Willie and Carlene brought their sewing machine, as usual, to put patches on vests. I had a couple of them, while Sandy needed to have her new vest done from scratch. Willie removed the old patches and laid out the positions using sticky tape, while Carlene sewed.
There were several collections going on. Blondy was taking donations to cover the cost of the tent. Southern Draw and Southern Charm were selling the meal tickets for Saturday's catered BBQ. Mikey was, as usual, was selling the raffle tickets (again supporting the Waynesville Police K-9 program).
We decided yesterday that we would have BBQ supper tonight at Butts On The Creek. I mentioned it to Susan and she called ahead to alert them. They set aside the verandah with 30 seats. In fact, some had to sit inside because there were 48 attendees. It started raining on the way over but most of us were in cars, largely because of the treacherous parking lot. The service and food, however, were both excellent.
It rained with varying intensity all evening. Shannon compensated with a huge supply of jello shots while the company under the porch roof reminded us why we haul our asses (and motorcycles) to these VROC events. I repaired to the room about 10:00 to try to sort the ever-growing number of photographs and get down my notes from the day. I finally made it to bed about 11:30.