Saturday started as a perfect day for motorcycles. A light morning fog quickly burned off and the day was awesome. By the time the rides returned to the rally site, the hillside next to the main rally area had been transformed into a killer, swirling escargot, that incorporated rocks, logs and mud. We’d just finished setting the P.A. system on top of the hill when we got the warning: Remnants of hurricane Harvey were baring down on us and lightning and heavy winds were expected. We made the call to postpone the riding festivities while waiting out the rain.
It was more than rain. Wow!
Suddenly the sky turned a color I’d only seen in nightmares, kind of a purple/black and it started undulating and there was a low howl as lightning, thunder and rain began to overtake us. The poor caterers were trying to scoop up chicken pot-pie in a bread bowl and everything was exploding around them. It was wild!
People gathered under the large tents, donated kegs were tapped and vendors tried to hold down their EZ-Ups as rider’s tents and anything not tied down (except humans and motorcycles) flew around. Up on the hill behind us port-a-potties were blown over. Luckily no one emerged from them dyed blue.