Weather: 80Â°F (27Â°C) and sunny.
Road Conditions: Dry and crowded with motorbikes.
This year’s Spring Flood Run was bigger than I’ve ever seen it. The weather was gorgeous, and the bikers showed up in the thousands. I’m going to tell most of this story in photos, because I’ve got a lot of those, and not a lot of time. Life has gotten busy again…
The athletic fellow at the top of the page was too busy to chat. He was trying to get his high-compression, high-dollar custom bobber to start, so he could continue south on Wisconsin Highway 35 with the rest of the riders. It never even fired for the five minutes I stood there watching him. But he had plenty of guys stopping by to offer advice.
As many of you know, I’m not much into crowd scenes. I don’t like waiting in lines, be they in traffic or on foot, and that’s a large part of what people do at the Flood Run. The upside of that, of course, is that you get to socialize with people you’ve never met, but who obviously share some of the same values. This is usually a good thing.
But it seems that riders start showing up in Wisconsin for this event earlier every year. Again, probably a good thing, because it spreads the massive amount of riders out over a longer distance. There are statistics available relating to Flood Run attendance, but those are only for the ones who actually registered and paid a donation to charity in order to enjoy some of the special events. The majority of riders I met were simply showing up.
I spoke briefly with the three gents in the photo above. But my notes got scrambled in my pockets, and all I retained were their names. Just three guys on interesting bikes, especially that Ducati 996 Monoposto. Victory was well represented at this rally too, and of course there were legions of Harleys.
But, there were also some scooters in attendance. I caught Don and Jacque Cody as they rolled into town on their Honda Reflex 250s. I also wrote down their phone number, so I could get further information, but life has kept me busy since Saturday, and I’m afraid I never made the call. If you’re reading this, Codys, I apologize.
In the last of my “Meet the Riders” images, we have Brad and Mason from Elsworth, Wisconsin. This was young Mason’s first motorcycle run, and both father and son were enjoying themselves immensely.
I wish I would have thought of bringing Emily along with me, but I’m afraid she would have gotten bored with daddy stopping to talk to strangers and taking pictures all the time.
Frogwing and I only rode as far south as Maiden Rock this year, because I had to be home by late afternoon. The city I live in has decided to get all militant about code enforcement, and I have to scrape and paint all the trim on my house, or face Horrible Consequences.
Trouble is, once I have done that, they will send the inspector back out to find something else wrong with Ton-Up Manor. I’m sure my neighbors have already complained about the tarp covering the roof on my poor old shed. Like many of you real riders out there, landscaping and household maintenance aren’t exactly my number one priorities.