CFF bail-out Buzz was indeed supposed to ride in the New-Roc H-D CFF Charity ride but alas it did not happen. And by that I don't mean the ride. That went off guns a'blazin'. But Buzz didn't make it. Instead, he asked me to attempt to fill his most overwhelming shoes and be the Grand Marshall. I tried, Lord knows I tried. However, I was forced to wave the white flag when, at a roadblock on the Cross County, a motorcop took one look at my American Iron t-shirt, then one look at me, and asked "Where's Buzz? He's supposed to be leading this ride. He was here last year with a sidecar." Nervous laughter. "He's a great ****in' guy. Great with everybody." Way more nervous laughter.
The bottom line: Don't try and Grand Marshall unless you have a sidecar, a styling American Iron leather jacket (tees don't cut it), and a ton of, well, clout. Yeah, that's it, clout.
Seriously, a great time was had by all, and the judging couldn't have been more precise thanks in no small part to Frank Santana. |