That’s how dedicated and insane we are.
Sunday was the Crusin’ for a Cure Car Show benefitting Prostate Cancer.
Back story…. my Dad has advances stage Prostate Cancer. He has had (that we’ve known about) this for a year this October. I’m not a doctor there isn’t much I can do to help me, aside from listening when he calls and making donations to Prostate Cancer research, clinging to the hope that they’ll find someway to save my Dad’s life, before its too late. I cross my fingers and hand over my cash.
This weekend I got to donate, show off my motorcycle and meet survivors. win. Win. WIN.
My friend was involved and turned me on to this event, with the idea would could enter the motorcycles in the show, this sparked the interest of my Husband who began work on ‘the white bike’ to get it show ready.
** I have learned my DH will support me in anything I attempt, but to get him excited I have to work in the motorcycles.**
At 8:30a we were up and waxing the bikes, by 9a we were on the road with our good friend Dave. We hit the show around 10a, found a spot and parked the sport bikes. Then we watched the lot FILL up with vintage old cars… hundreds of them. There were no other bikes… We still registered the bikes and proudly displayed our number (268) in case someone wanted to vote for us, but we were out numbered.
We had lunch, placed our votes and relaxed in the sun… it turned out to be a great day.
And we didn’t have to worry about leaving our bikes alone… we had a vicious guard dog.
On a funny note… to register you had to go into the audiorium and wait in line for your number. I walked in and found the line. For 20 minutes I stood in this LONG line, wondering what was taking so long. The entire time I garnered funny looks for the other members of the line, all aging men. I thought it was my helmet hair. It wasn’t until someone finally spoke up that I was in line to have my Prostate checked. I tried to play it cool, but I flushed red and ran away as they ALL watched and laughed.
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