My sister Sally, husband, Jim, and five friends arrived at the lake yesterday–on Harleys! (Well, Sally and her friend Linnea came by plane, and I picked them up at the airport). But Jim and his guy friends arrived on bikes. It must have the neighbors in my quiet lakeside community talking! Before I left them to enjoy the pool and hot tub for the evening, I said, “Don’t be surprised if the police stop by.”
I was kidding, of course.
Provided Montana is passable, given a large wildfire blazing there, they’ll be heading out today for Sturgis, South Dakota, to meet up with something like 30,000 other bikers. Sleeping in tents, hobknobbing, buying the requisite t-shirts to prove they’ve been to the Biker’s Mecca. Did I mention that my sister is MUCH younger than I am?
Have fun, Sally girl. Trust me, in 10 years, it will be tent-schment-I-want-room-service.