We, unfortunately, missed the ride. We had to run 11 miles beforehand, so getting up to POC by 11 am was impossible. In fact, getting to the Spitfire by 1 was also impossible. We got there after 3. By that time, a lot of people had left to do other Cleveland-y things (Happy Dog, vintage car show). That's okay - we stuck around for a few hours, looking at what was left, having our single beer, chatting with friends, and getting covered in rubber from burnouts.
There were a couple of cool bikes left, especially this hot tangerine Speed Four.
Speed Triple, DRZ, Speed Four:
Also loved this Ducati, although I suppose you could argue that the exhaust is quite wrong (too modern):
We also were able to present a friend with her very own "Just Let it Happen" shirt:
One thing that was nice about this year is that there were more scooters (vintage!) thanks to the Cutters and PVSC/the Pressure. Here are a few:
Recognize that kitty smallframe? The white Lambretta to its right, owned by a Pittsburgh scooterist who is also with the Pressure, won best vintage. Again.
And no trip to the Spitfire is complete without the Beerzooka. I wish I'd caught Wally's face better - he looks like he's beaming!
It's dark, but here's the Beerzooka in action:
After the Spitfire, we hung out with some friends before heading over to Now That's Class for the evening festivities. I took no pictures by that time, which is a shame because there was some funny, some cuteness and some silliness going on that night.