There were comments
on the VTXOA board about having a little get together of
fellow Xers for a ride. Our local visionary George (GnA)
posted a simple comment or two and suggested Colorado.
We are centrally located, have a great selection of
roads and some of the best scenery anywhere. Why not
come to Colorado and join us for a ride?
It wasnít long before
the ball was rolling. Ideas were flowing, we were
planning routes, games, and having no experience in an
event like this, it was just a matter of instinct, hope,
guess and by golly. The toughest part of planning the
event was to test every ride.
Every weekend we were forced to ride all the roads
available, we even had to take a day or two off of work
to ride. It is a tough job, but someone had to do it,
and the Colorado VTX Riders rose to the challenge.
It had been a late
spring with rains and cooler than normal temperature.
The rain had stopped the week before the event and left
it perfect for our visitors. The fields were green and
the mountain peaks were still white with snow.
3rd found us at the La Quinta Inn greeting
our arriving guests. Meeting new friends and old, we
spent the afternoon in the courtyard telling tales only
heard at a bikerís event. As I recall Dave (BadaBing)
blew a bit of smoke before our evening at the Trail Dust
Steak house, where we had reservations for 60 or so.
Great food, great friends new and old. We even watched
George gets a paint job to match his bike. A fun time
had by all.
we had scheduled three separate morning rides. The
southern ride led by Dennis (Red Rider) rode through
Garden of the Gods, George and Andrea (GnA) led the
mountain ride to Mount Evans, while Cliff and Carol led
the western ride to Breckenridge.
the early afternoon the bike games got underway. We had
the slow bike race where Red Rider won his new handle
and will forever be known as the Super Slow Red Rider.
No surprise here, the X is RED after all. Next came the
weenie bite, and a balloon tossing contest, where the
kids young and old gave it a try. Several tried to win
the weenie bite but there was no doubt when Trapper and
Teenie made the run. We all witnessed a perfect bite. I
donít think anyone won the balloon toss. I just remember
it being so hot on the asphalt that it turned into a
water fight. The next item on the agenda was the BBQ
catered by Bennett's BBQ. The food was great for those
in the line before Big Larry, as there wasnít much left
5th we left the La Quinta, picking up some of
the southern riders at the Pikes Peak overlook on I-25
and from there it was 106 roaring bikes out the highway
to the Royal Gorge. What a sight that was to see with
106 bikes going over the bridge, and Carol
says the roar in the canyon was deafening from her photo
point on the far side of the gorge. We headed into
Cripple Creek, on to Woodland Park, and the infamous
horse power hill that our visitors will talk about for
years to come.
found us heading to Estes Park. This route gave our
visitors an excellent mountain view with a hair pin
curve here and there just for fun. We ate lunch at the
brewery were some decided to continue on to Trail Ridge
Road and others headed back to the hotel. This evening
was spent saying good bye to friends before their long
The event was a big
success. We had 140 or so bikes from 30 states with only
a few mishaps. An elk was found in a headlight, CSP sent
a ticket home to Arkansas, and a corner was taken a bit
outside. We made friends that will last for many years
Until we ride againÖ.