Harley Bigfoot

Charlie sat on his front porch waiting for them to show up, then he heard the sound. Still far away, but Charlie knew the sound, Charlie knew the sound very well. It was the sound of probably 20 Harley-Davidsons. The closer they got the more the sound reverberated off the rock walls along the road. Charlie was getting all reminiscent about his riding days before he settled down here with his wife.

The Bigfoot that rescued him the other day was flying THE HARLEY BIGFOOT CLUB colors, had the patch of the Prez, and rode a Harley, so what else could Charlie think.

Charlie drove his side by side out to the road and met up with them, then waved them to follow him. He went down the road about 100 yards or so and turned into a little driveway to the right and they all turned in and followed him up to the area he was telling him about. The parking area was pretty much cement, and there was even a good size barn up there they could keep their motorcycles in and keep them dry. Charlie laid that on them as a surprise.