The end of the parade was a long and LOUD procession of motorcycles. Let me first say that I am not a bike kind of girl. I have only ridden on a motorcycle once and that was when I was maybe 12 years old. That was enough for me. I don't have a problem with them, I'm just achicken. With that said, I was completely fascinated and in awe with all the bikes going down the street. And yeah, all those riders looked cool just because they were wearing black and straddling a bike. I'm not ashamed to say it. Nor am I ashamed to say that I will never be as cool and sexy as the biker chicks. My heels go off to you, ladies.
Then we went home and had a traditional bar-b-que of potato salad and hamburgers.