The run started Friday @ 12 noon at San Diego Harley Davidson, the one that now occupies the original Price Club building on Morena Blvd. I lived a couple of miles from there umpteen years ago.
Deja vu all over again.
While waiting in a very slow line to check in, hotel employees brought out trash cans full of beer. The guy behind me looked thirsty too. Turns out we knew each other - sort of. He and his wife live close by in Simi Valley. And he and my wife have the same bike - crushed ice pearl Street Glides. Simi Valley Harley Davidson only sold two bikes in that color last year.
So there we were in Rosarito marveling at the coincidence. He, his wife, me and my wife got to hang together all weekend - plus another couple they are good friends with.
I love being lucky.
My wife forgot her gloves, so I had to fetch them back up in our room. The elevators at the Rosarito Beach Hotel are agonizingly slow. Our apologies to the two drivers whose mirrors we hit trying to get through traffic to where we needed to be. Luckily we barely made it and were able to cut in the line of bikes already under way on Blvd Benito Juarez. Whew . . .
It was quite a noisy spectacle inching our way through town. Lots of folks taking pictures and videos of the bikes. By the way, fishtail pipes are really fucking loud. My ears are still ringing.
Hundreds of children and their families jammed the parking lot at the Toy Run site. Several MC's formed what looked like a Bucket Brigade and passed down box after box of soccer balls and boogie boards.
Anxious faces looked on.
Then one by one, the children were called up to claim their treasures.
For more information about the annual Rosarito Toy Run, go to https://www.rd4c.net/ and https://www.facebook.com/RD4C.net/
A big thanks to Charros MC for letting us hang in their area at Papas & Beer. After we parked our six butts on some unoccupied stools, we realized our mistake. Finally one of their members came over and asked where we were from. When I responded "Los Angeles" and then added we had attended the Toy Run earlier that day, the ice was broken. Thank you Pyro and Charros MC for the hospitality.
Not wanting the fun to end, we all stopped for lunch at the always crowded Old Town section of San Diego.
We found parking for our bikes right in front of a Mexican restaurant. I love irony.
And I love being lucky . . .
Ozzie, Marlen; Jose, Patty - we had a blast!
No biker deserves to be bored . . .