Saturday night dinner at the VFW was surprising. Apparently there was a pub crawl in town, so there were many women dressed up as witches or in related Halloween garb rambling around town. Many of them were to be found at the VFW…the VFW was a happening place ;). Lots of tipsy very friendly half dressed middle aged women in front of the building and at the bar…quite an eye full. Our banquet room was separated from the main bar thankfully. There were 24 of us at dinner, and we were done with the salad, steak, potatoes and cheesecake in about two hours. We had a half hour delay due to the need to cook the baked potatoes another half hour. We decided that apparently only giving the VFW a month of notice on meals wasn’t enough ;). The service was friendly and we all had a good time. And we have the final answer to the question “is there good food in Death Valley anywhere?” The answer is no. The range was from really bad to edible…we never crept into the good category. I have the long history of covering up awful food with my napkin near the end of the meal (Stu knows what it means)…at the VFW dinner, I looked over and Stu had covered up the cheesecake with his napkin 😳😳😳. Then again, we didn’t get food poisoning so that is something positive.
The rally itself was excellent, about 12 bikes on the Saturday ride and another 40 came into Furnace Creek Saturday night, so a really good group of interesting old bikes.
The ride home was long, just short of 475 miles due to the bypass we took around Downtown Vegas and the half hour traffic jam coming into Kingman. Sigh. Home by 6. Lucy, the most wonderful dog in the world, was picked up Monday morning at 8, then home and straight into the shower. She now smells like springtime ;). Bike is unloaded, laundry machines twirling. We are done!