Organised by the Italian MC - these guys also organise the Toy Run, attended by 75000 bikers country-wide on an annual basis - probably the biggest run in the world. In Cape Town alone we go on a 15000 bike mass ride every year. I expected more from this rally - something with classical bikes; perhaps a Vincent Rapide, etc... Instead we got a booze-fuelled, macho event with a miss "Beaver" competition and the works. It turned out that the naked man has taken his clothes off at every rally for the last 15 years and even occasionally rides his bike naked. He was beaten up in the past - arrested and jailed, but believe it or not, he was a rather intelligent fellow in his late 50's who currently builds and repairs bikes. In his collection is a Second World War Harley with a side car. I just think he was a little lonely and not appreciated for who he is. So now and than it is OK to go and get totally wasted but I was really hoping on a more classic event. Believe it or not - some of the guys were even tazering each other to prove their manhood - I'm past that stage - although I did take my RE at 4:30 min the morning for a spin around the camp (too many beers). The next morning I got a Neanderthal coming over to me replicate the sound of my bike in my ear drum. The morning after, the same guy got so trashed he could not find his way back to his "housie" (but and ben). He fell down in a field somewhere - luckily not in the lake - where somebody found him, took him back to his tent, whereupon the entire campsite was treated to his loud and tearful re-union with his "wifie" - it seems her name was "skapie" (small sheep) and his beloved son, whose name appeared to be "seun" (son). Once the bloke stopped sobbing, the first thing he asked was for another Brandy and Coke... And then off course ther are the usuall guys without legs, walking around on their stumps or riding little cycles.
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