Free Beer!

     JBMC RUN TO HI-WAY ONE

     The Jus' Brothers first started planning this campout

about a year ago. So I've been waitin' a year now, and

lo and behold, we're finally on the road, it's all coming

together. The weather has been less than perfect up on

the coast, with fog in the mornings and daytime highs in

the mid 60's, but the Harley gods are smiling on us today

and the weather is sweet, dare I say perfect? Yep, perfect!

I knew when we rolled up the coast this was gonna be a

great run cause the only thing we couldn't control, didn't

need control. Yep, the sun is shining and the sky is clear.

     We arrived at the run site, "The End of the Trail", on

Thursday, July 31, and got everything set up and ready

for our guests to start rollin' in the next morning. This

was to be a three day campout, Friday through Sunday,

with run pins, vendors, live music, bike games, BBQ,

wet T-shirts, etc. for $20 a head. The run site belongs to

Ron and Tom, two blood brothers with the Too Much Fun

Club. Their property consists of 40+ acres on a hill over-

looking the Pacific Ocean and has hot showers, a large

stage, beer booth, privacy, and a view ya have to see in

person to appreciate. All this and situated near Fort Ross

on some damn fine ridin' roads.

     Basically the run started off great, stayed great, and

ended great. Only one little problem- we had hoped for

at least twice the 200 plus riders that showed up. Oh, well

first year and all, but at least the people that came pegged

the fun meter all weekend and by that measure the run

couldn't have been more successful.

     We had a pretty good crowd by Friday afternoon, and

since the tent area was a 20-acre meadow they had no

trouble finding a spot to their likin'. The vendors had food,

T-shirts, jewelery, etc. and of course a tattooist..... something

for most everyone. The JBMC had free beer. Yep, I said

"FREE beer".  We did ask 'em ta keep our clubhouse building

fund donation can in mind, but that was a stricly voluntary

deal if they wished to donate. Course bikers bein' the

people they are, a lot of generosity went into the fund.

     The Bourbon Street Blues Band played on Friday night

and the crowd seemed ta like them. They've played at

other JBMC functions and always do a great job. They

didn't have their sax player with 'em this time and that

kinda bummed me out, but overall they jammed pretty

damn good. I sure like a hot sax though.

     Next day the sun was still glowing hot and most of the

missing guests had rolled in by late afternoon. Nobody

seemed to be getting claustrophobic in that 20-acre

meadow, and we had even hung lanterns on poles here-

n-there ta keep 'em from tripping out there in the dark.

     We started gettin' sign-in's for the bike show and

games, and the all-important wet T-shirt contest. Each

sign-in package included a ballot, and the winners were

all picked by the guests. Cash prizes went to Best Dresser,

Best Custom, and the Best of Show.

     Butch, our V.P. , did the T-shirt contest and started it off

with a beer chugalug to see who would wet down the girls.

Steve, from the Devil's Horsemen M/C, won that honor by

suckin' down his beer in light-speed time, and he did a fine

job of pourin' ice water on the lovely lady competitors.

Talk about competitors, Martha stole the show and copped

the $100.00 cash first place prize.

     Next on the agenda was the bike games and our Sgt. at

Arms, Johnny Reb, ran that event flawlessly. The games

took awhile, and the competition was fierce, but winners

finally did emerge. Congrats to Collin Miller for first place

in the slow race, and R. Alvarado and Shelly for first in the

weinie bit.

     Needless to say, all that yellin' and competin' is thirsty

work and the girls in the beer booth did a great job keepin'

everyone's throat from getting too parched. The games had

no sooner ended when the dinner-horn sounded and the

beer booth temporarily became the dinner booth. It went

smooth as can be and before ya knew it 200+ riders were

deep into a BBQ steak dinner that I must say was damn

good!

     Nothin' left to do after dinner but get another cold one

and get out on the dance floor, 'cause the Fryed Brothers

Band was just startin' ta tear it up. I can't tell ya how many

times I've seen this band at different events, but I can say

they're always a crowd pleaser and tonight was no ex-

ception.

     Sunday morning was pretty laid back. Nobody seemed

ta be in any big hurry to go home, and I can't blame 'em.

Maybe it's the beauty of this campsite, or possibly some

of them jus' had too much fun last night? Naw, ya can't

have too much fun, can ya?

But as it's said, all good things come to an end, and

eventually all the guests filtered out and for us the cleanup

began. I gotta say that the cleanup was no big deal since

the crowd was real good about policin' their area as they

left. Bikers really are the best people on earth.

     We hated ta leave too, but back to Stockton we had to

go. Funny, I now find myself back where this all started,

with a year to wait till the next one. C-ya then.

-Irish Mike

    Photos from Biker Magazine. Click to see full size.

BIKER MAGAZINE - August 1998

Note:  This event was hosted by the Stockton Chapter.