The annual Lone Star Motorcycle Rally will draw tens of thousands of bad-ass machines to
roar around the island for the next three days. (Maybe tens of
thousands; word is that almost a half million people attended last
year's festivities.) If you live in the central and east areas of
Galveston, you will not be watching any TV - or sleeping, in some places
- until Sunday night.
If you want a
motel room, you should have had it booked long ago, and if you wanted to
do any sleeping in it, you'd have to drink more heavily than the people
in all the other rooms.
I can't begrudge them, though. After Hurricane
Ike knocked us back into the stone age, instead of moving their venue,
they postponed the rally another month to give us a little more time to
get things running and held it here (as they do every year) because they
wanted to help support the local businesses who were trying to get back
on their feet. These folks do a lot of good things, including donations
to the public library. So let 'em roar. The crazy bastards.
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