HOG: Elvis Spotting Society

I wish I had unlimited time to participate in every rally, event, or party that I wanted to, but reality of modern life says otherwise. So I have to pick and choose which one to attend, and which to pass on. One I didn't miss, but many others did, was a closed chapter event at a member's farm. A successful poultry farmer, Dwayne invited the chapter for a weekend of fun which would include not only the usual bike games, food, and drink, but entertainment as well. He didn't get the numbers he had hoped for, but that didn't stop him from outdoing himself as the host. He had something up his sleeve that only a few knew about in advance.

Caroline and I arrived at the farm shortly after noon on the Saturday, and found other chapter members there already with beer in hand to greet us. Some looked like they were prepared to be there a long time having brought their fifth wheel trailers, others with more modest accommodations were able to carry everything they needed on the back of their bikes. We still had kids that could not be trusted on their own for more than several hours at time, so we opted to ride back home by nightfall.

One of the many amusements Dwayne provided us with that day was the use of his new Mustang convertible. Who could resist not taking out the sporty V-8 for a test and experience its raw power and wind in your hair excitement? Apparently not too many since no sooner would the car pull back in on the grounds, that someone else would have it heading back out to the road. Even Caroline took it for a spin and came back wanting more. Too bad the driver's power seat ended up taking a beating from all the different pilots. It eventually got stuck in a much reclined position forcing subsequent testers into a very awkward position of their own. This didn't seem to faze Dwayne in the least.

After an afternoon of beer, wine, and general shenanigans, we were ushered towards an out building that was nicely set-up with tables and chairs. A scrumptious meal was served, accompanied by an excellent homemade wine courtesy of John and Joanne, and if that was the last of what the day had to offer us, I would have been more than satisfied. But the last card was yet to be played.

We were told to expect a very special visitor at any moment. Suddenly a vintage car pulls up next to our dining hall, and who but Elvis hops out. Yes, that Elvis - the king of rock and roll. Before we could recover from the shock, the king, white sequined jumpsuit et all, grabbed a mike and started belting out many of his most famous songs. Some of the LOH ladies swooned, garments flew through the air, and the whole place just plain rocked.