Chester's Harley-Davidson gives Arizona Bike Week attendees a chance to check out the latest offerings from the Motor Company.
I had spent the better part of the week in airports, hotels and a sport coat. When I rode into Westworld of Scottsdale at high noon on Saturday, I was dusty, dry and, most of all, ready. The weather was a perfect 75 degrees, the sun intense. It was Arizona Bike Week 2008. Where else can you experience motorcycles, roller derby and a portable dancing pole all in one venue?
The team from Chester’s Harley-Davidson brought the Commemorative Air Force Ghost Squadron custom motorcycle, soon to be auctioned. “Strafe,” as one Bike Week participant is known among his fellow F-16 pilots, pondered the thought of bidding against the likes of John Travolta who is reportedly interested in the bike. That's Strafe shown with the bike above.
“I am not sure a government salary is going to make me a competitive bidder. Maybe John will trade me a weekend with the bike for an F-16 ride? What do ya think?”
I told Strafe I’d get back to him.
There were hundreds of vendors peddling leather, lace and chrome. Some items useful, others questionable. Among my favorites was a bike cleaning product. Like the spokesmodel, Becky, at left, so eloquently stated, “Just pump, spray, wipe and buff.” She made it look so effortless.
Like any good rally, there was enough fried food to draw protest from the American Heart Association. I chose a burger and double-fried cheese fries because I am 38 and giving up on washboard abs.
The photo was taken for purely scientific purposes. I want my surgeon to know exactly what he is scraping out of my arteries 10 years from now.
The afternoon featured the much anticipated Roller Derby exhibition.
Suzie Homewrecker, left, was kind enough to explain the finer points of Roller Derby.
At the opposite end of the spectrum were the girls from Christie’s Cabaret with their portable dancing pole. I guess both activities could leave you bruised and battered.
Charlie, Cherry and Cameo were more than willing to demonstrate the use of their prop.
By the end of the day, I felt like a biker again—with no recollection of that guy stuck in meetings and conference calls just a few days earlier. I realized one day of living the Harley-Davidson lifestyle just isn’t enough.
—Scott Himelhoch