Thought we’d do a little compare and contrast in this post.  This time of year, Fall, we have some of the most spectacular sunrises on Skinny Island, and it’s also the time, this weekend, for the supposedly secondary invasion of the motorcycle crowd to our little county, Biketoberfest, a marketing strategy meant to fill hotel rooms in the lull between Speed Weeks, the stock car extravaganza, and Bike Week in March.  In the thirty plus years we have observed the motorcycle invasion, we have seen it grow, from a somewhat interesting sociological phenomenon during which the bad-ass, 2% real bikers, Hells Angels, Outlaws, etc., showed up to wreak havoc and party, to a depressing scene of over-aged, bald, grey-gotateed and do-ragged posers, with their fat wives and girlfriends riding behind, imposing whatever they pleased on our peaceful beach community.  The idea now is to be as loud and abrasive as they possible can, which, fundamentally means, eliminating all mufflers.  The Little Hacienda, unfortunately, is situated very close to a convenience store and gas station on A1A where all those folks feel compelled to enter.  They leave, as befitting their immense insecurity and need for attention, with a window-shaking roar, until about 2 a.m., and then we have a few hours, and the dawn, to recuperate.

Here’s what we saw this morning.