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Dos Palos Easter Motorcycle Run

Today was a blur. Stayed up too late the night before, drank too much Guinness, and watch Grimm. I had a cold coming on too but I had to go on the Easter Ride. Dos Palos is a long ways off from Alameda and the ride would be cold as frak! 10 minutes had gone by since my alarm went off. I finally bounced outta bed. At least we were all meeting at Starbucks. Coffee on the horizon. I secured my Easter basket to the back of my motorcycle as best I could. It would either blow off or not. It was mostly symbolic. We had 300 more baskets being driven down in a van. Still, the looks we get from other traveller's are pretty fun. We were KSU, (Kick Stands Up) by 7:30. Kevin, Bunker, Tom, and myself. It was effin freezing outside! I had jeans covered by chaps. A T-shirt, sweat shirt and Leather jacket with a leather vest. My gloves were thick Gortex ones that worked well. Still, I was effin freezing! Our group of four would meet up with many other groups outside Barb's Bar and Breakfast in Dos Palos. This whole thing is organized by our friend Bunker. He's a Patriot Guard rider as well. They accompany the caskets of dead soldiers arriving home with their Motorcycles. From there we were escorted by the Police through and around town. We were encouraged to be as loud as possible and all the people waved at the Giant Bunny we had on the back of the lead bike. Huge, White, and furry, not all the children were cozy with el bunny however. Some were downright distressed. Small price though because a majority loved the bunny. She must have hugged, held, and loved every kid there that would let her. This old man was close to tears watching one young boy try to be gangsta only to break out in a huge smile and be a kid as her bigs paws caressed his cheek. The line was around the block and kids kept showing up. I took many pictures when they came out and the Mothers would always and I mean always thank me. I must have had twenty kids ask to sit on my bike too. They get so excited and scared at the same time. The parents were in full picture mode too. lol This one little girl came straight up to me and said, "Can you help me, this big red headed girl just butted in line." She was very upset. I'm supposed to do what here? What I did was put her on my bike and take pictures. Made her laugh a little and told her she was a better person for obeying the rules. Not sure if I was lying or not. It's not everyday you can directly see the result of your charitable work. It sounds so corny but the excitement it brought to these kids made everything so worth it. That being said, we left before it was all over. The baskets were running low and the line still looked long. We left Bunker behind as a hostage. Exit, stage left! Roundtrip it was 250 miles. Half cold, half mild. PS- So previously, I had picked up the basket to carry on the back of my bike at the Grocery store. It had cool cars and healthy treats but no decent chocolate I could see. Let's just say I enhanced that basket with some serious goodies of the Chocolate nature.