A few preliminary words about this well-attended event; no doubt others will add to this thread with pics and maybe video.
When I returned home the wife noted I smelled of eau de burned rubber. A good thing, by my appraisal, upon returning home from a street-level motorcycle event.
The venue was in a parking lot adjacent to a tattoo parlor, a spacious upscale tattoo parlor, with regulation-size pool table and two large flat-screen televisions that were showing the promised 49er's football game. Not much of a game, when I checked in the score was lopsided in favor of the home team early in the game so I immediately went back outside to get my fill of moto-fun; there was only one die-hard fan watching the game from the comfy couches.
Shades of the Dirtbag Challenge, and I didn't have to ride 45 miles: at one point I had to move myself up-breeze for better breathing, the cloud of burned rubber was impairing lung efficiency and visibility - visibility was down to 20' at one time. I was having a good time.
Just prior to the performers burning off thousands of miles of rear tire rubber in minutes they took to the side street adjacent to the parking lot where the venue was held for block-long wheelies. Most bikes were deep-throated Harleys, however one in-line four screamed past me at WFO throttle and a barely muffled pipe and, I suspect, contributed to my hearing loss. I left shortly after the burn-outs, fearing the appearance of the San Jose constabulary. I left feeling I had witnessed the local incarnation of the Oakland street show. (No two-smokes or stolen bikes were noted, however.)
There was the anticipated two-wheel stunting, with Harley Big Twins and Skirtsters lofting the front wheel and using up rear tire rubber at a prodigious pace; plus a couple Honda 100s and even two tiny Honda tiddlers of maybe 50cc. Riders mostly wore full-face helments, even those riders with nothing to protect. A couple wore beanies, splitting the difference I suppose. Doug Pullen, wheelie king, wore a chrome Nazi helmet with the obligatory chrome spike - because he never falls off. One fellow depended on his blonde hair for protection.
The BBQ was tasty, $6/plate, and there were t-shirts, purses and other things to buy. BYOB, which I did.
Overall, a pleasant two hours spent watching moto activities. (The event lasted much longer than two hours.)
Lex
