It was sometime close after Easter when my buddy Jaxon showed up from Cal looking for some fun. As usual, he blew into town kinda short on dough and even shorter on a ride.

Lucky for him, Wendy and I had just finished picking up Wendy's new scooter, a '82 FLT (youbetcha, buddy ..the end of the long line of shovelheads - and this one rubber-mounted and five-speeded to boot) and she graciously decided to let Mr. Jaxon putt around on her new prize.

Being kinda short on funds, we figured we had to get maximum impact for our entertainment dollar. What better way to while away the afternoon than a good ol' fashioned Easter Egg Hunt? OK, you got me there, I can think of only a half-a-billion things more fun than an Easter Egg Hunt (mmmm, say like, shaving the cat or painting the dog...) UNLESS THAT IS, the Easter Egg Hunt in question happens to be the Famous Brother's Fast MC Annual Easter Egg Hunt!

Now, this is not your standard Easter Egg Hunt. First off, it's put on by the Brother's Fast MC, so you know there's gonna be good eats and plenty of quality beverages (they have this truck that has taps sticking out of the side, you figure it out). Second, almost all the local clubs (Sons of Silence, Banditos, Suns of Darkness, Sober Souls, etc. etc.) are gonna show up for this deal, so you know there's gonna be lots of great bikes. AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST - this event ain't for kiddies (tho' they're invited to watch) because this is one Easter Egg Hunt that happens from the scooter saddle.

The rules (as best as I can figure them out) is that Easter Eggs are "hidden" in a field and at the starter's mark, you gotta ride like the wind to find them all and carry them back to your partner before everyone else. The most eggs back to your partner wins. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. Think about it - when you get an egg, where the hell are you gonna put it to ride back? Well, we've seen all sorts of creative solutions to this problem: mouth, crotch, pockets - all of which seems to make a huge mess of the eggs and the rider. Oh, did I mention sometimes they forget to hard boil the eggs? Oh yeah, and sometimes they're eggs left over from LAST YEAR I hear.

So we got there a bit early and when we started hassling the cook for grub, got the appropriate response (who is this guy? he looks familiar) while we waited for the parking lot to fill up. It did, and in a hurry. In fact, they just kept on coming!

Before we knew it, the starter was yelling:
On Yer Mark!
Get Set!
GOOOOOOO!
and a herd of Harley's went thundering across the field. Some rode slow and covered a lotta ground, some road fast and covered even more. When the egg pickings got slim, someone discovered a stash of eggs up on a hillside and we were all treated to a little hillclimb action.

Later, the judges counted the eggs (or what was left of them) and the winner was...who knows? I think everyone who showed up was the winner. A ball was had by all at this annual event and I know I'll be there next year. Until then, keep the "sunnyside" up. (Just a small yoke, er JOKE, there.)