Day 19 ~ 200 Words

Harley-Davidson motorcycle

Harley-Davidson motorcycle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am not a biker mama. This is probably obvious to any of you who have read my blog. But on the weekend, I found myself at a biker trailer park. My eldest son’s band was playing in a line-up of about eight other bands at a BandFest, and he wanted his dad and me to go and see him play. So, of course we did.

My sons are both quite protective of me, so I did not blink twice (maybe once) when my rock god son (he hates it when I call him that) assured me that it was a safe venue. Because his band is less than a year old, and even though they went through a venting process for the “gig”, they were one of the first up to play at 4:30 in the afternoon. At 4:30 in the afternoon, a biker trailer park is not a bad place to be. I am not really sure about 11:00 at night, so we stayed until Rodents & Rebels (don’t ask) finished playing, and toddled on home.

Because we forgot to wear our black leather vests, shirts torn off at the shoulder, and uncover our non-existent tattoos, my preppy husband and I stuck out like sore thumbs. But the biker guys did not seem to mind.