Tonight the Club met again for the TV show Bar Rescue, or some such name. We got together at the Mystic Diner, some ate a late supper, others gathered outside to talk. At 8:30 we headed out, up I-95 to exit 91, picked up route 234 into Pawcatuck, met the shows coordinator then rolled in for the arrival footage. You see, we didn't get together to watch the show, we were there to be in the show. Actually this was the third and final night of shooting. For anyone who has never seen a movie being shot or a television show being made I can sum up the experience with one word...Waiting.
We arrived, pulled in and parked. The crew wanted one bike driven up a ramp and parked on a platform in front of the bar for the show. I volunteered. I rode to the front of the bar, hooked a ninety and accelerated up the ramp onto the table, it worked fine until the bike was three quarters of the way onto the table, then there was a loud bang The bike came to a complete stop as it bottomed out on the top of the ramp. Another burst of throttle and a large quantity of members hands grabbing the bike and lifting it meant the bike was parked on the table. This was around 8:50pm.
From there we were directed to the east side of the building. Then we were moved to the rear of the building, then we were moved to the west side of the building, then the back of the building.
For the next few minutes or so..we drifted around between the back side of the building and the back west side...OK..some members will tell you it wasn't a few minutes, it was until Midnight. But so what...we had a nice chance to stand around and chew the fat, stand around and watch your breath, stand around and stand around. Then they had us fill out the waivers to be on the show, then stand in line.
I found myself wondering, after listening to the "Family" of the bar gripe about having to wait after they were..bused in late, that if the crew has to deal with these people at every shoot they do. One woman was griping because she had never seen any of us before and that we should go in last, one of the regulars at the bar said "I have been coming here for 15 years, and I've had never seen her".
Anyway, the doors opened, and in we went. They did a good job with the place, the last time I had been there was a poker run Danny and I participated in, in a monsoon and it was a dive. Now...a real motorcycle motif.
Anyway, after having a drink and receiving permission to bring the bike down off its place of honor, a group of us moved the ramp to the other side of the platform and I rode it down, The angle being less severe, it rode down smooth.
All in all I have to say I had a great time, just standing around talking with members and non members was a relaxing evening. Of course....the great time did have one hiccup. As I pulled out of the parking lot and made a left onto the main road there was a distinct, "tink,tink,tink". The ride home on Farmholme, North Main street and route 234 was rather depressing. crank a left on 234 Klankity, klank, klank, klank...cruise into the esses, sweep right, sweep left, Klankity, klank, klank, klank... sweep into another right, cruise down the hill and into the esses, Klankity, klank, klank, klank..., sweep right, sweep left,Klankity, klank, klank, klank... right then left again Klankity, klank, klank, klank...,
It would appear that the bike slamming into the top of the ramp altered the kickstands performance, Either the spring is stretched or the bracket is bent, the stand does not come all the way up on it's own and does not stay up fully after putting it up. Arrived at home at 12:45am, parked Charlene and went inside...the damage will have to wait...too damn dark outside to see the kickstand.
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