You know what it’s like when a motorcycle roars by and everyone jumps a little and turns their head to see what’s happening?  We heard so much of that over the weekend I don’t think we’ll ever be tempted to turn again.  It’s like they say, “motorcycles will be motorcycles”.  And we saw just about every different one there is.  Including what was the love child of a chopper and an El Camino.

Lori wanted to go on a Baby Moon before Casper comes, and she wouldn’t go anywhere but PCB.  She just happened to pick Bike Week, of all weeks.  It’s like we’re cursed to forever vacation with motorcycles.  We accidentally went to Daytona during bike week, we were woken up on the 19th floor of our hotel in Ohio by motorcycles revving engines during a breast cancer run, and now this.  Maybe Casper will ride one day and this will all make sense.  I’m sure that’ll make his grandparents happy, they ride a Harley (and just happened to come along with us on this trip) and were super excited Lori picked this weekend.

See more pictures from the trip here.