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That way!
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Jeff Davis points the way...
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Scoots
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Lots of nice scoots out! (Notice the Indian in the foreground?)
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Muzak?
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The band cranks out the tunes
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Whistle wetter...
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The gathering at the Onandaga Tavern.
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Nice bikes...
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Another shot of the OT, showing some nice bikes.
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An the band played on...
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...a trailer.
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Another view of the band.
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Scoots line the street on either side where the band was playing.
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Thar's gold...
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...in them thar rims! Nice scoot!
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Revelry
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The party continues.
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The Wave
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A friendly wave from the table above.
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Waiting...
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The scoots lean casually on their stands, waiting to get back into the wind. (And, if they're anything like mine, they're waiting IMPATIENTLY!)
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Lost?
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Geez! For pointing the way to Dr. Bob earlier, Jeff is lookng like a lost puppy, here!
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Post 238
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Holt Post 238
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Mmmmm. Doughnuts...
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Polka Bill Kaledas stops for a cup of Joe and a fat pill at the Holt Post.
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Who?
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I'm sure Dr. Bob knows this brother Rider. I haven't a clue. But he'll tell me before too long, and this caption will be a lot more meaningful, then.
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Sign, sign, everywhere a sign...
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...Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind! Do this, don't do that - can't you read the sign?
Name the tune, the band and the year.
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C'mon down!
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More riders arrive at the Holt Post.
(From the last pic: Signs - Five Man Electrical Band - 1971)
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Pearly whites...
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A smiling biker!
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Breathe!
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Osama airs his tattoos off.
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The ride home.
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I hope Dr. Bob wasn't as unfocused on the way home as his camera seems to be!
(And it did not escape me that you cleaned your lens, too! Way to go!)
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