You Meet the Nicest People on a Motorcycle

Years ago, we used to hear this advertising slogan: "You meet the nicest people on a Honda" but I think that should be revised to say, "You meet the nicest people on a motorcycle" and here's the story......

This morning, while it was still cool outside, we were going to head down to the deer hunting woods again and get a ladder constructed for the tree stand we built a couple weeks ago. Because Mr. Johnson also had to make a stop at the bank, we decided to grab a breakfast sandwich at a nearby convenience store (KwikTrip). When we pulled into the store around 9 AM, there were a bunch of motorcycles refueling.....nice bikes too, big Harley and Honda cruisers and touring bikes, and the people outside refueling were wearing matching black and orange vests and jackets. So I asked one of the guys if they were headed to a rally and he told me that they were just headed from Minneapolis down to Waterloo, Iowa to visit some friends.

I checked on Mapquest and it's about 200 miles from Minneapolis to Waterloo, so Rochester is a good halfway point for a pit stop. And if they got to Rochester by 9, that means they had a really early start from Minneapolis too.

Since I was lucky enough to have my camera along in the car (and to Mr. Johnson's embarassment), I asked if they would mind posing for a photo, and since I was taking their picture, would they mind if I posted it on my blog? Of course not, was the response, but only if I would also e-mail the photo to Hank (that's him, right in the center with the orange t-shirt & black helmet). So we exchanged cards and here are the members of the "Just Us Motorcycle Club."

Ride safe my friends, and have a wonderful weekend!

I googled "Just Us Motorcycle Club" and found only a link to the club in Southern California, but I wonder if the Minneapolis club is one of the affiliates?

Anyway, it was a chance encounter--if we would have been 10 minutes earlier or later--we would have missed meeting this fine group altogether. And I guess to get back to where I originally started with this story, I just want to say again that behind all the black leather, chrome and loud pipes, bikers (at least all of the ones I've met) really are nice people. So don't be afraid to wave to us, talk to us and most importantly, watch out for us.