Its August and time for my favorite motorcycle rally- A Laid Back Affair. The rally is co-hosted by a Newport News area BMW Airhead group and the No-Name Motorcycle Club, of which I am a proud member. I wasn’t able to get any time off of work for the rally this year, but the 2 days I was able to be there were mighty fine.
The Affair was at a different campground this year. Last year the Glen Maury campground in Buena Vista double booked the group camping area, which lead to a rather unsatisfactory situation. So this year we went to Mallard Duck campground where one of the NNMC crew has a long term camping site.
Mallard Duck isn’t very large but its very nicely laid out and very well run. The little trailer in the photo is JR’s, he brought it up for the rally. The bathhouse is clean, the roads level and well maintained and the picnic tables are all sound. WooHoo !
The campground backs up to a small river with fishing available.
This is the tent camping area. Its level, drains well and has 2 fire rings. We likes this site so much we voted to return here next year.
Of course its really the riders that make the Affair such fun.
The ALBA historically has been mostly BMW riders, but currently it’s about half and half BMWs and Harleys.
Of course there’s always a few vintage machines, dual purpose bikes etc.
My faithful steed
The weather was wonderful with the rain holding off enough for some serious outdoor cogitating. The trailer in the background belongs to Paul.
Paul did the cooking for the Affair, which was just plain awesome.
The Affair always marks the winding down of summertime for me. When Kat was in school there were clothes and supplies to buy right after the Affair ended, or a trip to up to upstate New York during her college years. Those years are past but my mind always sees the turning of the season with the end of each Affair. The weather has stayed warm and the lighting bugs abundant here at the house but there’s no new growth in the woods and the mushrooms are beginning to pop up under the pines. The tree frogs are silent now, replaced by the late summer chorus of crickets and their kin. The subtle scents of early fall are there each morning too, when I come home from work. The quiet of fall is on its way.
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