Rides and Tales

Observations From Behind Bars

“That ain’t work…”

with 2 comments

My Valkyrie owners club has a message board, two, in fact, a Tech and General and even though posts on the General side can be on any subject, some fellows aren’t satisfied unless they make their posts, “Valk related” by at least mentioning their bike.
Since I’d side tracked into commentary on politics I’d hoped to be able, this time, to relate a tale of action, adventure, heavy breathing on a hot and sultry night, a real snappy eye-popper about some adventure on my scoot that would make everyone say, “Damn!”. Well, it ain’t happening.

This past Friday, my trio went across the bay to play at the invitation of the Dept. of Parks and Rec. in Port Aransas, Texas. The pavilion we played in was right on the marina.

The shadow in the foreground is cast by the pavilion.

Way late in the game, the Marina guy showed us the power outlets at the front of the bandstand. My sound man had already put our equipment at the rear of the stage and had to hop up and down to get a sound check.

She finally got us lined out and we began to play and have fun with the people who came to listen.

She’s the bass man, too. That’s our other brother Darrell, behind the guitar.

I thought the music had transported me back to another time as an attractive young woman strolled near the bandstand. Her distinctive dress, long dark hair and flashing jewelry made me think first of gypsies, then of days long past and hippie chicks.

This gal brought a tiny hippie with her.She told me the little one’s name is Vassar, after the great bluegrass fiddler, Vassar Clements.

So many of my friends have kids named after a motorcycle company that it surely tickled me to hear that this young woman honored a giant of American music this way.

Time marched, or rather, walked, as it sometimes does in Texas, on a hot afternoon.

Our other brother Darrell, and I, were in the musical groove, enjoying the steamy heat and the local color. There is some fine local color in Port A, TX.


As with the Wildwood Weed, though, all good things must come to an end.

Some of our audience insisted on having their photos taken with us before we drug up and one of the locals of our acquaintance donated the pictures you see on this page.


We pulled the knob and loaded the gear and since Darrell had experienced van trouble, earlier, he drove my mini truck loaded with the equipment, while I rode out on my Valkyrie.

There, now its motorcycle related.


Written by fiddle mike

August 12, 2008 at 12:48 am

Posted in culture, photography, Texas

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  1. Great post! Play on! (and ride too…there, now my comment is motorcycle related LOL!

    Daniel Meyer

    Daniel Meyer

    August 12, 2008 at 9:40 am

  2. That’s sure a hot sound man you got there Mr. Fiddle. Is she spoken for?



    August 12, 2008 at 2:06 pm

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