40th Annual National Sidecar Association Rally-Rising Sun, Indiana: Day 1
This past week, I went to Rising Sun, Indiana for the National Sidecar Association's 40th Annual Rally. The rally was roughly 6 hours away and the drive was almost unbearably warm. I have finally cooled down enough to sit and bang all of this onto a keyboard for the total of (maybe) 5 readers might possibly get a kick out of.
True to history and tradition, when we were 3/4 of the way there, we (of course, you know by now what is coming) stopped for Dairy Queen Blizzards. And just like that our sweet relief was done and gone, then it was back on the road, to melt some more. As we made it closer to the small town I heard this little "doo-doo-doo *low battery*". Now normally, most would pull over and attach the charging cord or pull over to exchange the information. Nope. Not us. There's no point in dealing with all of that mess when you are less than 10 miles from camp! He had his GPS set for the city and I had mine set for the rally site. So, when I had the chance to "safely" pass, he slowed into the shoulder and I sped by moving partially into the empty oncoming lane. We we now "cooking with peanut oil" as they say in my neck of the woods. We must have been in the right place because the second that we hit the small town's city limits, we saw sidecars and signs pointing to the sidecar rally. What seemed like moments later, we were pulling into the campground along the river. We dealt with a not so pleasant woman, which is highly unfortunate in the hospitality business. I understand the office my close at 5:00, but when you have a rally, you should expect a bunch of strangers with limited and phone service and no wifi to have some questions and to come ask the closest local. Certainly no need to get huffy if you get "held-up" until 5:15. Especially when some of the questions and concerns regard ease or accessibility for a disabled veteran. But that's fine. It's okay. I think if I had any more sarcasm in my tone, I may not be able to hold my tongue straight.
We were shoved into a back lot that would get sun from 3 in the morning until midnight. It was going to be dreadfully hot without a single leaf worth of shade on the entire back lot. Let alone being more than a 100 yards from the bath house.
I guess we will see how the morning turns out for our luck. So far we have met a friendly guy from Nova Scotia to talk about routes with and received a visit from a Texan gentleman who holds rank within the association.
True to history and tradition, when we were 3/4 of the way there, we (of course, you know by now what is coming) stopped for Dairy Queen Blizzards. And just like that our sweet relief was done and gone, then it was back on the road, to melt some more. As we made it closer to the small town I heard this little "doo-doo-doo *low battery*". Now normally, most would pull over and attach the charging cord or pull over to exchange the information. Nope. Not us. There's no point in dealing with all of that mess when you are less than 10 miles from camp! He had his GPS set for the city and I had mine set for the rally site. So, when I had the chance to "safely" pass, he slowed into the shoulder and I sped by moving partially into the empty oncoming lane. We we now "cooking with peanut oil" as they say in my neck of the woods. We must have been in the right place because the second that we hit the small town's city limits, we saw sidecars and signs pointing to the sidecar rally. What seemed like moments later, we were pulling into the campground along the river. We dealt with a not so pleasant woman, which is highly unfortunate in the hospitality business. I understand the office my close at 5:00, but when you have a rally, you should expect a bunch of strangers with limited and phone service and no wifi to have some questions and to come ask the closest local. Certainly no need to get huffy if you get "held-up" until 5:15. Especially when some of the questions and concerns regard ease or accessibility for a disabled veteran. But that's fine. It's okay. I think if I had any more sarcasm in my tone, I may not be able to hold my tongue straight.
We were shoved into a back lot that would get sun from 3 in the morning until midnight. It was going to be dreadfully hot without a single leaf worth of shade on the entire back lot. Let alone being more than a 100 yards from the bath house.
I guess we will see how the morning turns out for our luck. So far we have met a friendly guy from Nova Scotia to talk about routes with and received a visit from a Texan gentleman who holds rank within the association.
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