Street Vibrations & Exploding Ketchup Bottles

I’ve only been to Street Vibrations once before, nearly a decade ago. I had ridden my springer down to an annual meeting outside of Sacramento and after the meeting I met up with my buddy Gary and we rode over the hill to Reno. We checked out vendors that evening and the next morning I headed back home. Before leaving, however, we had one of those free motel breakfasts - and that’s where the fun began. Gary and I were dressed in full leathers and everyone else in the dining room were, well, definately not bikers. Mostly older folks there for the gambling. First off, I dropped one of those stainless lids over the scambled eggs and it fell with a rambunctious, echoing clatter to the floor behind the serving table. That aparently was just to warm me up for the next event. I picked up the ketchup bottle and, as is my practice, I shook it before opening to get the goods broken loose to come out. Well, upon opening the ketchup bottle I learned an important lesson: Never shake - or better yet, never open - a multi-colored ketchup bottle. The bottle was mostly red with a little yellow at the top. Yes, the ketchup had gone bad. Very bad. And the shaking primed the contents to spray all over everything in a ten foot diameter. My leathers were covered in yellow and red stinking rotton ketchup. Let’s just say the blue hairs downing their eggs didn’t seem very impressed with my antics.

Fortunately on this trip there were no exploding ketchup bottles. Weather was unseasonably cold and rainy, but we had a good time. I rode to Gary’s Thursday night and Friday morning a dozen bikes headed out, riding back roads beside Hwy 50. We came home Sunday. For some pics, go to HawgRides.com.

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