Caturday...it was a wild weekend, well maybe not wild but interesting. I love Hunter S Thompson and I've always wanted to do gonzo reporting so this weekend I tried to get myself involved in something I was investigating. That something was a weekend biker outing. All these motorcycle gangs and groups converge on a small town in this area with a population of 250 for Memorial Day weekend. They advertise it as a pig roast but people say it's much more. I saw the signs Friday evening and decided I would find out what this pig roast and motorcycle event were all about. I headed over the the town about 10:30AM. There was a constant stream of motorcycles entering and exiting the grounds. I decided I'd go check out what the little town had to offer and why all these bikers met here. I drove through town and blinked and realized I had exited the town. And there at the edge of the city limits was an Amish farm and greenhouse. I guess I should check out what they have to offer. Tomato plants were $1.10 and jalapeno plants were 4 for $1.50. You best believe I stocked up. Most of what they had left were Amish paste tomatoes and Amish striped tomatoes. I got some of the striped because I don't reckon I want to make tomato paste. So I buy my plants and the Amish guy took my money and said his wife would carry my plants to my car. I love slavery. This particular wife didn't look like she was much older than 16. I guess the Amish guy didn't look much older but then the beard throws my judgment. I tried speaking to her in German but she just stared at the ground. Sometimes I really think there is something up with those Amish. I have heard stories about meth labs in barns but that is for another investigation. After I got everything loaded by my Amish slave I drove back into town. I saw a lone church and noticed a bunch of people standing around a tent and then the sign: BAKE SALE AND BRAT FRY. Hell yes I stopped. I loaded up on Fruity Pebble and Rice Krispy treats and peanut butter and fudge Rice Krispy treats. If you want to win my heart, bake me up some Rice Krispy treats. Then I got myself a brat and had it drowned in sauerkraut and onions. I sat down at a table outside the church and struck up a conversation with a 90 year old woman in a wheelchair named Myrtle. She said my wife must be happy because I'm fat. Apparently Myrtle thinks that a woman can only be happy if her husband is well-fed and fat. I asked the people at the table why the bikers picked this town of all places to hold their rally. No one seemed to know and then they said I should ask these guys. And at that moment two bikers drove into the church parking lot. I was hypnotized by their motorcycles or maybe it was just that they were so loud and I was temporarily deaf. I watched these men walk and noticed they were sporting the patch of a notorious gang that has been featured on episodes of Gangland. I knew they couldn't be all that bad when I saw two little boys run up to one of the bikers and yell "DADDY DADDY DADDY". He asked a guy sitting on a porch if he could talk to the kids because it wasn't his weekend. The random porch dude nodded and the biker who had "prospect" written on his back bought the children cookies and they sat on the steps of the church to say their prayers before they ate the cookies. The other biker had "enforcer" on the front of his vest. I think I am an intimidating figure but this guy was possibly 6'7" and about 300lbs. I just back down and observed. He sat next to me and ate a bratwurst. Myrtle had left by now. I asked if he was in town for the rally. He held a finger to his mouth and then held up his hand. Then once he finished chewing and swallowing he told me that they were there for the weekend. I asked what the appeal was. He said it was just a get together with all the motorcycle groups where they can enjoy having fellowship with out fear of fighting. I thought that was pretty decent answer. He then asked me if I was heading up the the rally because he figured a guy like me would love the pig roast. Apparently being fat means I love to eat. I said I hadn't planned on it because I figured you needed a motorcycle to get in. He laughed and said I was a newb. A newb? An outlaw biker called me a newb. I said that I may have to check it out later. I got back in my car and checked my tomato plants to make sure they weren't wilting. I gave them a little water from my water bottle. Then I saw the lone watering hole in town. It had a large sign in front that said "Bikers Welcome". I parked in front and walked in. I sat down at the bar and glanced over and saw a couple of guys wearing outlaw biker patches sitting at a table and napping. I saw two women playing darts. The bartender asked if I was there for the rally. I said that I'm semi-local and just wanted to see why it was so big and why they came here to celebrate. The bartender said they came to his bar because they have the best Bloody Marys in Wisconsin. I chuckled and said that's a pretty tall order to fill because a town a few miles up the highway claims they have the best Bloody Marys in Wisconsin. I also told him that I don't dig Bloody Marys but this other bar had one that I enjoyed because of what came with it. The Barn Yard Bar offers a two pint Bloody Mary that comes with a dill pickle spear, half a stalk of celery, handful of olives, and 6 inch screw with cubes of cheese and sandwiched in between each cheese cube were slices of pepperoni and then it comes with half a glass of beer on the side. He smiled and said he had heard of it and that his was better. I said that I will try one but it better be good. He turned his back to me and refused to tell me his secret ingredients but I knew there was a dill pickle and celery stalk in his. I took a drink and it was OK. I nodded and said OK. Then he said, "Here comes the best part...the price." I reach for my wallet and I heard him say "$1." No wonder they get so much clientele. I sat and sipped my drink as I watched the two women throw darts. Then one of the bikers came up and sat beside me and asked, "Isn't she hot?" "I'm sorry, sir." "No, I take that as a compliment. Look all you want and if she's up for it you can come back to our campground later this evening." "Well that is tempting but I have a girlfriend who'd have my balls in a vice if she found out." Lying is wrong but I did it tactfully. He asked me if I was going to the rally. I said I had heard good things about the pig so I may have to check it out. I finished up my drink and saw the big biker walking down the street. I asked if he gave up his motorcycle. He said it wasn't running and he asked if I could drop him off at the rally because he didn't want to ride bitch on a prospect's bike. I agreed and we hopped in my Blazer. I was shocked when my childhood memories came back and remembered where I was. The farm right before we got to the grounds was where my mom's aunt and uncle had their farm. I drove up to the gate and saw a sign that said "No Weapons or Attitude". I asked my rider if they had problems enforcing that rule. He said not really anymore but a few years ago they did have people act up and they disappeared in the middle of the night. I gulped and then he started laughing. Because I didn't want to pay $50 for a campsite I parked my car at the gates and walked with my rider to his campsite so he could get some tools. We must have passed a hundred or so campsites. I noticed the dining hall and a trailer set up next to it that said "showers". It was a converted semi trailer that had about 6 private shower stalls. I also noticed a stage where a band was tuning up for their performance later that afternoon. My rider, who never told me his name other than Sleepy and Enforcer, grabbed his tools and handed me a 6 pack of MGD for my efforts. I thanked him and asked if he wanted to go back. He told me to try some pig. I got a meal to go because I was filled up on wild thoughts of Amish women, Rice Krispy treats, bratwurst, and sauerkraut. We drove back and he thanked me for the ride and I thanked him for the beer and wished him luck with the repairs. I drove back toward my home and found another greenhouse and picked up a few more plants. Then I decided to go down a road I have never traveled. I guess being with these bikers inspired me to do some of that riding free stuff. I came upon a farm and there standing in the middle of the road was my 1st and 2nd grade teacher. I waved and then drove home. I took another back road and watched a turtle try to cross the road. I felt like giving him a hand but I figured my hand would be taken from me if I did that. I got home, unloaded my plants and food and then took a nap. The next thing I know it's 6PM and I have to go grocery shopping. Fun times. My mom gave me a coupon for a free ham. My dad gets vouchers from his job for $20 worth of ham. Usually they just give him a canned ham but I guess they thought it'd be easier to give them gift certificates. I load up on ham. 13 and a half pounds. It was $20.06 so I paid 6 cents for 13 and a half pounds of ham. I went home, put it in the freezer and sat down and enjoyed my MGD and roast pork. It was an awesome day. Now it's time for cats.
Well there's your #caturday. Sorry I'm not better at writing.




































































































































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