The 2^nd annual Kern River Run has come and gone, but not forgotten.   What started off with 7 riders for the 1^st annual run turned into over 75 riders for the 2^nd annual run. Judging by the comments from everyone that attended we now have our selves an official bike run and with everything we can do, we will keep it an “old school” bike run.

Patricia and I want to thank everyone who rode or drove in a support vehicle to the run. We had a feeling that it was going to be a great turn out, but our expectations surpassed that.

For those of you who did not make the run or do not know what the Kern River Run is well it is an “Old School Bike Run” up on the Upper Kern River which is about 2 hrs. north from L.A. (So. Cailf) near the rustic town of Kernville.

The camping area offers plenty of parking off the road and free camping in the sand under shade trees that line the banks of the river. Although the Kern River is known for it’s white water rafting, the campground at Calkins Flat has a slow moving deep swimming hole. There is a general store, a hambuger stand and a rustic steak house & tavern a mile up the river. There is also places to ride to like the “land of the giants” in the Sequoia national forest just up the road or riders can just hang out in the town of Kernville.

Put all that together with riders who want to go somewhere different then the same old commercial money hungry & over controlled Luaghlin and Hollister events and you get a good ole Biker party.

I have to tell you it was not an easy task to save the ground those 3 days before the run. I had to do some fast thinking and talking to let people showing up know that they may not want to camp there. Hell the morning I showed up to set up camp I thought the run was over when I saw a camp set up that had a child’s toys in the sand.

Thank god for AC/ DC and a little help from Van Halen. It didn’t take long to clear out camp.  Then with the banner set up and the signs posted “Bikers Turn Here” and my telling people that “300 hard charging and partying bikers were going to ascend on the land” might have helped.  I found that saying there might be some naked women running around didn’t really help for some reason.

I had my doubts if this run was going to really take off at all when Friday afternoon rolled around and only 1 rider (Mike from Palmdale) showed up alone to claim his spot on the beach.  I had already set up 4 fake camps complete with tents to make the place look lived in, but there was still plenty of land to take.

Then just before I needed to head back to Lancaster so that I could ride out with the group on Saturday morning, in rolled Darryl from Ridgecrest.  Like most everyone that showed up, he had this look of what the hell is this. Then I gave him the grand tour of the secret to the spot and all I heard was this is cool, this is great. Each place I showed him was better then the next. Those that came know what I am talking about...

Darryl set up the camp for his Ridgecrest group and he had to head back over the hill to ride out tomorrow. So it was just Mike to hold the land.

As I waited for the AZ riders to show up, I saw 2 of Tulare counties finest pull up above the campground. The Deputies got out and as I watched one of them point in my direction and then point to where I had once roped off the campground for the bikes, I had the feeling that this run might end before it even got started.

I knew that the word was out in Kernville with the help of my friend Solo Sam that there was going to be an “Old School” bike run there. Now I figured it had been awhile since the Hells Angles among a few others had made the Kern River their place to party in the old days and I was wondering if they had that in mind when they saw the flyer.   I had heard stories of how the town of Kernville had been over run and pretty much taken over by bikers in the late 60's and early 70's much like the story of Hollister.

I had my story all ready for them if they confronted me about it, “Well Officer, there is only going to be about 20 riding buddies coming out to enjoy the river and kick back and relax.”  Just a little different then 300 wild bikers, but hey they didn’t need to know that. But they ended up driving off with my approval.

I waited for as long as I could for the AZ riders, but I knew Patricia would be worrying since I was supposed to be heading back a lot sooner and there was no phone reception. So I turned the watch over to Mike and I rode back alone wondering if AZ was lost or not going to make it, but then I saw the coolest site. A line of bikes heading my way.  Seeing the AZ plates made my day knowing that Mike wouldn’t have to hold the ground by himself for much longer.

I enjoyed the awesome ride back by myself through the twisting hills and scorching hot desert and as I rode I thanked god I decided to fill my saddle bags with ice.  I popped ice cubes like crazy to cool off.

Once back in Lancaster I told Patricia what an ordeal it was to save the camp and we made our last minute contacts for the run since I had been away.  We were also expecting company from our new on line friend’s Topper and Rooster (Cristina and John) from San Bernado.  When they rode up, It was great to finally meet them and get to know them.  I finally was able to wind down as Patricia and I relax in the spa getting to know Rooster and Topper a little better.

We had other friends (Mark n Lani and Ken Vasil) coming in from out of town and if it weren’t for my cell phone dying with their numbers in it and my charger being back at the river, we would have had ourselves a little pre run party, but unfortunately that didn’t happen.

Come Saturday morning we met our good friend’s John n Tammy at our house along with one of the chase vehicles driven by Wendy.  When our other good friend Cajun (the congressmen from Lousiana) showed up with his cute young passenger (Christine) who is graciously agreed to have ride with him, we were ready to roll to meet the riders at the Harley dealer.

I gotta tell you that I was a little apprehensive riding over not know what to expect in the numbers of riders.   We really didn’t get a lot of riders saying they were going to meet us there, but as soon as we pulled in all my doubts were gone.  I gotta tell you there is nothing better then showing up and finding a line of bikes ready to roll.

We didn’t have a lot of time to meet everyone, but how can I not mention seeing this girl walking across the parking lot wearing a black vinyl skirt and top complete with fishnets and killer pumps. To top it off she was riding on this bike that is probably illegal in every southern state in the bible belt and hell about 40 more.

We had gotten an e-mail from John n Naci saying that they were coming to the run and that Naci wanted to be just like Patricia when she grows up. Well Naci you are off to a great start girl. Damn.  And John that is one bad ass bike, Naci just made it even hotter.

It was great to see that one of the original riders from the 1^st run made it back. John Guerra is one of the nicest and soft spoken guys I have met.  If you were to meet him, you would think he is a rough dude, but he is one of the mellowest dudes I have met.  He is old school through and through.

Mark n Marla, Mike Johnson n Leslie and Carolyn n Dan from the Trap were there as well as Richard (Lord Cruiser) to help make this an awesome weekend.  We saw some new friend’s Mike & Quenna who we had just met at one of our BBQ parties and we even saw that some old friend’s Jim n Carolyn made the run.

We got to quickly meet Roger and his friends before the pre ride meeting, but by the end of the run, we got to know Roger and his friends a lot better, especially Patricia. More on that later.

It didn’t take long, within the first 5 minutes of pulling up that the first Kodak moment happened with a couple of tit shots proving that this was shaping up to be a wild weekend.

After a short pre ride meeting we all saddled up and headed out on the highway.   Along the way we picked up several more riders some who were running a little late and others that we met along the way. I have to admit it was cool seeing the riders on the side of the road waiting to pull in with the group.

I don’t really think about the desert much living in it now for close to 20 years, but there was something about it that morning that just made it an awesome sight looking back in my rear view mirror seeing a long line of 25 bikes heading through the morning desert.

I have been “Johnny” a few times, but not with a group this big and my brother John Frish made the ride easier for me as the groups tail gunner since we had some new riders and some that we hadn’t ridden with before.  Thanks John.

When we made it to the Walker Pass turn off and we didn’t see Darryl from Ridgecrest and his new friend Shannon. I wasn’t sure if we were early or what, but we made our stretch stop at the top of the mountain. We really didn’t need it, but I figured the girls did since some of them were riding close to nothing but the fender. After getting the blood circulating in the girls butts, a couple of pit stops and some cool drinks we headed back on the road.

Now this is where the run really gets awesome. I do love to ride wide open down a straight highway. It makes you feel free, but the next best thing for me is riding through some rolling hills and winding turns that makes me feel more part of my bike and the road.  The road had it all, winding mountain roads, open pastures with cattle and for the lady’s daisy’s lining the roadway. It was a cool ride.

We hit the next stop at the little town of Oynx for some gas although we really didn’t need it one of the riders was on a trike that did need to fuel so it was another chance to get to know some of the other riders and take some Kodak moment shots with the ladies.  It didn’t take long for the tits shots as some of the riders were still fueling up.

We were back on the road for the final stretch of the run to Kernville.  As we made the turn onto Sierra Way that wines around the lake I was thinking that it would have been nice for the riders who hadn’t been up this way before to actually see how high the Lake Isabella gets.  This year was dry one so the lake was extremely low as was the river. Fortunately the place I had chosen for the run is always a deep swimming hole on the river while most of the other camping spots are low when it is this dry of a year.

As we pulled into Kernville I was getting more stoked as we passed more bikes heading to the campground. This is another part of the ride that is awesome.  Even with the river being low this year it still has some of the best views you can find as you ride along the riverside.  Normally there are class 4 and 5 rapids pounding through the canyons, but you could walk across the river in some spots now.

As we made the 14 mile ride from the town of Kernville to Calkins campground, I had my mind set on a few bikes based on last years run, but when we pulled up on the road above the camp and I saw all the bikes in the campground, Patricia’s and my vision of having a run at the Kern River was a reality.

Bikes were lined up all over the place and into the next camping area. There were even some bikes with their small trailers set up under the pine tree. As we pulled down into the camp, we were greeted like members of a large family who we hadn’t seen in years by the riders who came in before us.

As we got off our bikes it was cool to watch the riders who rode out with start to survey the land and see what this campground was all about.  Then like a cannon going off in the old west signaling a land rush, bikers were seen moving down the 6-foot path looking to where they were going to claim their spot on the beach.

There were more tents up then before I left on Friday from the other riders getting there late on Friday and early Saturday, but there was still prime land to be had. It was very cool to watch the bid for land with some riders telling their passenger to hold the spot while they got their gear to mark their territory. It was much like the scene from when we were at the Redwood Run.

While the new arrivals were getting settled in, Patricia and I went around the camp introducing ourselves to the riders who were already camping and we hadn’t met before. It was interesting seeing who all made it and where they were from.

We met Debby’s crew from AZ and from the looks on their faces they were all having a good time enjoying the shade and scenery.   I confirmed with them that they were the ones that I had seen on the way out and that I was happy to see that they made it.   They had a small delay with a vehicle that broke down, but they eventually made it.

As we headed through the different areas of the beach camping I found that the riders took advantage of the private spots in the shade and some right next to the rivers edge which is cool when you wake up to the sound of the river running by the first thing in the morning.

I saw tents set up and lean too’s and even a sleeping bag set up by George right on the sand next to the river. Now that was what we call roughing it like a cowboy on the trail.

Making our way through the camp, I came across O.C.Harley (Mike) at his camp with his brother and son. They had left the OC around 4am to make the run. Now we have met Mike once and we have spoken numerous times on line and on Biker Nation. Mike is a 100% iron butt rider.  He has been on more long distance rides then anyone I know of.   I have to admire that and because of him I someday I will make that iron butt run just to know I did it.

As we made it to the end of the camping area on the beach, we came to what I jokingly referred to as the high-priced real-estate which was held by the Ridgecrest group.  They had their camp all set up and they were partying away when we came in. I finally got to meet Pops who owns the Silver Dollar saloon in his town, we got to talking about the band who was supposed to play for us that night.

Now granted they were not being paid because of the short notice and they agreed to play for tips.   Pops said they were a great blues band and I knew they would make a lot of money especially with the fun girls passing the tip jar, but Pops told me that the band might not make it.

One speed bump that was all.

While talking to Pops, I got to meet some of his friends. One of them was Lee who we had spoken to a few times off the web site. As we were talking, Darryl and his rider Shannon finally showed up telling me that we must have been early at the meeting spot at Walker Pass.  It was cool to finally meet Shannon who had been making really good friends with Patricia on Biker Nation.

(For those of you who haven’t discovered the web site “Biker Nation” you really need to check it out.  It is like My Space, but for adult riders.  Unlike “My Space” and it’s My Spaces’s sister site “Biker World”, Biker Nation gives the biker real freedom by posting whatever you want and not censoring its members. And it is FREE).

As I headed back to the far end of the beach where Patricia and I were set up with our friend John Frish and his group, I found Patricia getting to know some of the riders a little better. Remember Roger.

Now here is what is so cool about a run like this. Here we live in the Antelope Valley, specifically Lancaster and Palmdale and all the time going on local rides and we have never met half of the riders who live there until today.

Roger and his friends have lived in our town all that time and we had never met until now and within 5 minutes we had become friends.  Sure a lot of help from Patricia to break the ice, but still friends were being made.

I was happy to see that my old friend Ken from Mojave was able to make the run. We had sort of a falling out, but I was happy to see him and we came to an understanding that personal issues on things we have no control over shouldn’t stand in the way of friendship.  I hope after this run we continue to be friends.

I also checked in with Mike from Palmdale who had helped me Friday by holding down the camp while waiting for the riders coming in.  I thanked him again and after I had told Patricia what he had done for us, she told me that she also wanted to thank him, but she said it with a smile that I knew all to well.

Now even before tents were all set up and riders were getting settled in, the crowd seemed to gravitate toward the place that we liked to call the “clothing optional beach.” I made my way over to that side of the camp to see what all the excitement was and just like nature intended several of the girls were already taking off their tops and cooling off in the water.

I have to admit it was a cool site seeing the girls taking it upon themselves to start the festivities early. Looking around at the smiling faces proved that no one was being disappointed of any expectations of what this party part of this run was going to be like.

As more of the girls joined in on the fun in the sun, it was like an instant invitation for all the digital, throw away and cell phone cameras to jump simultaneously out of the guys and even some girl’s pockets.   As the cameras clicked away, I got a kick out of some of these big tough bikers asking in a very polite way for the girls to turn toward them so they could get their coveted favorite shots.  The girls more then happily granted their request and even began creating their own private photos shoots as if they were shooting for the cover of “Easyrider” magazine.

Within a few minutes some of the girls got so into the moment that most of them were totally naked playing in the water and on rafts enjoying the moment. Like Dino’s friend Debbie and Naci and Christine and Cristina and yes Patricia. It was cool watching along with all the other guys as beautiful women have some playful fun together like this.  It was right out of some old biker movie.

I need to say that not one guy needed to push a girl to get naked or topless and not one guy got out of control or grabby.  Everyone was enjoying the moment and no one had to put in check.  It was cool knowing I had friends there like John (Rooster) who I knew would step up to help let those kinds of guys know what is acceptable and what isn’t. Fortunately there was no need for that all weekend.

There were girls who chose not to go topless at all and just their presence and sharing the fun in the water was all that was needed for a good time.  Some girls chose to wear pasties like Tammy which brought a whole other fun and excitement to the moment.  Gotta love the flame’s girl.  John you are a lucky man.

Just like at a high school dance with the girls making the first moves, eventually even some of the guys took their lead and joined in the fun in the water.  Now I won’t get into all that, but hey if my favorite of all time artist David Mann can create a masterpiece showing both men and women having a good time in the sun and water well, hell who is anyone to say no to them.  And just like out of one of the pictures on the run flyer, moments were captured.

I saw some of the guys having a great time just hanging out with the ladies in the water like John Guerra and Ken Vasil just to name a few. Where else can you do this, for sure not no fucking Laughlin Run or Hollister anymore.

While all the wildness was going on, I turned around and saw a familiar face standing in the crowd enjoying the show in front of him. It was my new friend Solo Sam who had helped me in a big way getting the word out about the run in the Kernville and Bakersfield areas.

Patricia and I met Solo Sam by chance or some would say fate, one hot summer day while riding through Kernville and stopping at the circle park to relax. We got to talking bikes and runs and soon we found that we had a lot in common. Sam has been around for a long time in the bikers’ community and has made a lot of friends in the 1% community as well.

Sam gave me and Patricia some great insight into putting on this run and he opened my mind to the good and bad of putting one on.  I attribute a lot of success to the run to him. He is without a doubt an old school biker and he happens to be an amazing artist. If you ever have a chance to check out his work in the “Pringles” art gallery in Kernville please do. His art work will be also made available on our site.

He had some amazing stories about how some of his art work was inspired and after hearing it and then seeing it made it all the more enjoyable to experience.

I thanked him again for helping me out and showing up to our event.  I am making it a point to learn as much as I can from him if given the opportunity. I am a true believer in learning from others who have been down longer roads then I have ever traveled.

As the party continued to pick up momentum, I continued to move around the camp to make sure everyone had what they needed and was enjoying themselves.  Patricia was doing the same in her own special way and those who have met her know what I mean.   She is a free spirit and that thought was echoed throughout the weekend.

It became a common site that day to have a naked woman walking freely through the camp as if she was walking through some mall.  It is all about the freedom.

After everyone finally got settled into their camping spots it was great to see friends were being made all over the campsites.

As I made my way through the camps, riders were asking me about the band and I told them that a blues band was supposed to show, but as time went by it was becoming clear that the chances of them showing were getting slim.

Thankfully entertainment was not far away. What no one in the camp knew was that we had our own source of live entertainment that you can only find in places like Vegas.   A cross between Cirque Du Soleil and a show right out of Cheetahs we were entertained by Dino’s friend, Debbie.   For those who were there know what I am talking about.

Debbie (not to be confused with Debby from AZ) is one of those totally free spirited girls who just goes with the moment and without saying a word she brought out a blanket and right there in the middle of camp she put on one of the most interesting and wildest shows I had seen in awhile. Lets just say she gave everyone a taste of what was going to come later that night around the camp fire.

I know that I did my best to let everyone know coming to this event that this was going to be an “Old School Bike Run.”  Now some riders when you say this term may have a complete different idea of what an old school bike run is.

To Patricia and I, it was exactly what the weekend was. Exactly, maybe minus some bike games and some other wilder goings on, no wait. That kind of thing did happen later, much later, that night.  So yes, this was what we envisioned an old school bike run to be.

Now we were not sure about the other riders and what they were thinking. Patricia and I both went around the camp and asked everyone as much as we could, especially the girls, if what they had just seen was too much or what.  Naturally all the guys had this big smile on their faces and were telling us “are you kidding, that was great. This is a great run.”  But the girls we asked actually gave us the same response, they were totally cool with it and actually expected it.

So that was one more speed bump that was averted.

We had brought a lot of beads that Patricia had gotten on some of the runs we have been to, the most coming from Sturgis.  She told me once that she has so many beads that she could open a bead store so we decided to bring some and give them away.  We had told others that they might want to do the same.

So while riders were having fun partying, I walked around the camps handing out beads to everyone wither they were flashing or not.  The idea was that it was a party and no one should have to beg for beads to get any.  If they wanted to flash, hey all the better.

I did tell everyone that I gave the beads to this. If someone walks up to you and asks you a question and you say “no.”  Then you lose a set of beads to that person.  The object is to get as many of the other riders beads as possible while having some fun doing it.  Like asking a girl “would you mind if I kissed you or check out your tits” or “later tonight will you join me in my tent.” If they say “no” well you get their beads, or, well you get the picture.

It was a fun game and watching the girls and the guys walking around with more or fewer beads was a good indicator that fun was being had.   Patricia was wearing some sentimental beads from some more memorable runs, so she was under pressure to say yes a lot. Now she has no problem with saying yes to pretty much anything, but the problem was that well, how do I say this, she tends to forget the game. Fortunately she had some back up beads and she said yes to almost all request.

There was one girl, man I wish I can remember her name.  She wore a cute Hawaiian dress when she first got there, but she soon lost it in the water and she had this really cool way of holding her beads. She had a great smile and the guy she was with was cool about all the attention she was getting.

As the day rolled on, bikers came and went from the camp with most taking bike rides and checking out what the Kern River offered.   We made sure that we told everyone that a few miles up the road  they would find the “land of the giants” forest in the Sequoia national forest. It is an amazing ride through giant sequoia trees.   It gives some a taste of what the Redwood Run is like.

We also told them that they needed to check out the town of Kernville. It is a very cool rustic town that is made for a biker.  Solo Sam and I are working on the chamber of commerce in case that time comes when this run gets so big that we can no longer host it at the Calkins Flat campground.

Kernville use to be a host to bikers or should I say unwanted hosts and even though it has been decades since then, we want to make sure they understand that this run will not be like that. We are trying to go the Redwood Run event way with them.   It is good for the riders and great for the town income as well.  But that is some ways down the road. Hopefully.

During the event and especially at the end of the event on Sunday, one of the biggest comments Patricia and I  got out of talking to everyone was that this was a great idea and run.  Everyone said that they had a great time and would be back next year.

In the same breath they all said, you have to keep it this size. We know it won’t with word of mouth, but do not go with a big promotion for this event. When that happens things change and vendors end up showing up and then promoters get in the mix and that means entertainment and that means spot light and that eventually leads to Big Brother telling us how to run our event. That will not happen... not if I can help it.. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Speaking of vendors, I have to put this in.  Everyone there remembers this little moment of comedy.  Here we all are enjoying the day’s event and most especially the ladies playing in the water when who shows up, some jack ass who decided we all needed $15.00 sunglasses.

Now obviously I did not invite this guy so he must have seen a flyer.  So there he was with a piece of plywood with all these crappy sunglasses on it.  He must have thought we bikers don’t own a pair and needed some. I told him that this was a private gathering and that no one here needed any sunglasses.  He wondered around a few more minutes and he did his best to shuck his wears, with several riders, politely mind you, telling him to hit the road or if anything he should be selling chairs or sandals.  After he got the message that he was a pilgrim in a savage land, he decided to leave.

Now we could have thrown him out on his ass, but you could just know by the way the guy was that he would have run crying to the local authorities.

The problem was solved and one more speed bump averted.

Speaking of the local authorities.   As I previously mentioned the Tulare county Sheriff’s were aware of the run and they were checking it out early on Friday.

Now I was not aware of this, but apparently one of the deputies decided to take a closer look on Saturday while everything was in full party mode. He walked down to the edge of the parking area over looking the beach and he had to have seen everything going on.  His only comment to one girl was “be careful of the poison ivy.” He then left without any other unnecessary contact.

So I gotta at least thank him for giving us a wide path. One big speed bump averted.

When it came time for dinner we gave everyone a choice, they can eat at the hamburger stand at McNallys or eat in their cool famous rustic steak house.  Some of the riders chose to bring their own stuff to BBQ and for those who didn’t have anything, I offered burgers and dogs with chips for a buck.

While we were waiting to go to McNallys’s with the group, Roger offered Patricia some of the BBQ he was cooking up for him and his friends and judging by the response I could see she liked it and was having fun with him.  Roger was doing his best to get the rest of her beads.

I had made reservations for 30 at McNallys and we ended up having a little more then that going there.  For those who have never been to McNallys it has a lot of history and it not only has great steaks, but some cool things to check out while your waiting for your meal including the miniature western settings built into the wall.

Pulling out of the dirt camp site on the way to the restaurant I couldn’t help but be totally impressed with watching Quenna and how she handles her bike.  She rode out hard fish tailing and keeping her machine under total control. That was awesome I gotta tell you.  There is just something about a bad ass girl rider.

As we rode the mile to the restaurant we once again saw one of Tulare’s finest in our mirrors behind us.  Now I am sure he could have lit us up knowing we had to be having a good time down on the river, but he chose to let us continue on to the restaurant.  Maybe it was because he was with a lady friend himself going to dinner like the rest of us. He made a comment about our bikes and if we were all having a good time and we went our separate ways.  Just going to show you that not all cops have to be ass holes to bikers.

The manager, Carol made sure we all ate in one of the rooms made for bikers complete with an iron biker image on the wall. The party continued inside the restaurant and good times were had by all. Even the waitresses and the waiter took all the joking and wild behavior in stride.

Carol made sure we all got served and ate in a timely manner knowing we had more partying to do at camp. After a great dinner we rode back to camp to continue that partying and we still had daylight to party in.

When we got back to the camp, John Frish had started up the grill for the BBQ for his group and when they were done eating, my good buddy Cajun offered to BBQ for anyone who didn’t have a chance to eat.  Some riders took up the offer of the burgers and dogs including one old rider that went by the name “Hill Billy Jim” who was feeling more then fine.

As night came on rather quickly, I joined the party down at the beach. Cajun and I had to help and make sure the old guy made it down the hill safely and we put him and his bottle of Southern Comfort in a place where he wouldn’t get hurt.  He was actually the only problem we had the entire event.

I was told by Solo Sam and John that one of my biggest challenges would be drunks and out of control bikers who don’t know how to party without causing problems for everyone. I was responsible for making sure that everyone had a good time and no one screwed that up for anyone.

One more speed bump taken care of.

As it turned to dusk, we could see that rivers real residents the beavers cruising the river in front of our camps. Last year there was 1 now there was 4. I had a feeling by the end of the night there would be a lot more beaver and wild life sightings.

When darkness fell the parting was now going full force. Another reason I had chosen this spot was because it was a fire approved area.  I had no problem getting the fire permit either even with it being a dry season.  Everyone was enjoying a true camp out with a fire pit.  There were a couple of separate camp fires going, but the biggest one was in the middle of the camp.

With no band playing for us as hoped for, we were instead once again entertained by Debbie who put on a wild and exciting camp fire dance in the nude.  She was shortly joined by Naci who danced with her and she as well ended up totally nude dancing around the fire.

The dancing soon turned to some sexual play and I have to tell you there was nothing hotter then watching those two free and fun spirits enjoying each other then the fire they were dancing around.  Judging by the looks on everyone’s faces they were all mesmerized by what they were seeing live and inches in front of them. No ropes, no bouncers just a camp fire and 2 tiki torches.

Patricia commented to me that this was possibly the first time many of the guys and girls had ever seen a show like this.  Once again showing them what an old school biker run was partly about.

As the show progressed the girls would dance for the guys at times giving lap dances that you would have to pay big bucks for at some strip club.  Hands off was not a policy either. If the girls didn’t want you to touch, they would have told the guys not to and not once did they say not to.

It was amazing watching Debbie and Naci explore each others sexual taste.  What was cool was that these two girls had just met 12 hrs earlier.

When they would take a break it was like someone had changed the channel on the super bowl, but the dancing picked back up after they would take a dip in the river to cool off and get a much needed removal of sand from their also hot pussies.

During the intermission I went around to some of the girls and I asked them if what was going on was cool with them.  I knew that I didn’t really have to because if it had been something they didn’t want to see they could have gotten up and walked away. But as Patricia has told me, I have a thing about making everyone happy.  Can’t help it.

All the girls told me that they were having a great time and that it was interesting and fun entertainment.   A few even said “hey they got the bodies to do something like that so why not. They look great out there.”   Patricia told me that she thought it was awesome and that for once she didn’t have to be the entertainment for the night and she could finally watch someone else having fun.

Once the show got back under way with the huge help from Roger’s friend who came prepared with the great tunes, all the attention was once again on the girls. It seemed with every break they took they came back even more excited and putting on an even hotter show.  Eventually it got down to both of them having some great sex in front of wide-eyed voyeurs.

They would take a moment to catch their breath and then move once again around the wide circle of the audience they created.   They would take turns putting on a show for one of the guys and then move back to each other.  This continued on into the night which was incredible in itself.

During the show I saw that Patricia’s new friend Roger was showing his appreciation for what I can only think of was her slowly removing her clothing.  She told me that she did not want to take away from the show and she wanted Debbie and Naci to have fun, but that she wanted to show Roger her appreciation for feeding her earlier and being so nice to her. I have a feeling she was also getting turned on by what was going on in front of her.

As I glanced over I could see Roger softly playing with Patricia’s beautiful tits and as the camp fire lit up her face I could see she was totally getting into the moment.  Soon Roger had her reeved up by seeing just how excited and wet she was.

Naci saw this and she decided to join in and soon Patricia was getting off with Naci tasting her.  That sort of turned up the heat more and Debbie and Naci had their fun with Patricia giving her a special lap dance.

The party continued on into the night and as the audience thinned out some of the other partying became a little more intense between Naci, Debbie and now John, Naci’s boyfriend.  It was at this time that Patricia asked me if she could now thank Mike for helping out by holding down the camp when I left. I told her I thought that would be a nice thing to do knowing that Patricia loves to show her appreciation to friends.

Patricia went over to Mike who was intensely watching the show and she, from what I could see gave him a little more to enjoy for coming to the run.

Soon the party died down along with the music and everyone either slipped away to their camps or just found a place to crash.

Patricia and I turned in for the night in our tent satisfied knowing that from all that we had seen, our run was just what we hoped it would be. After some of our own private partying, the sound of the river passing by our tent had the same effect on us as probably everyone else there.  It was a perfect place for a party and a great way to fall asleep by.

Morning came early with the sound of the river and slow movement from the early risers in camp.  Normally I am a late riser especially after partying all night, but this was not just another normal day.

I got up to help John set up the complimentary coffee for those who drank the stuff and a couple of bloody marys for those who don’t.

We had brought the Motor home for a few reasons and NO we did not sleep in it! One it would serve as a base camp for the 4 days I was there.  It allowed me to bring the signs for the run and the barriers for the campground to mark out the area and the rest of the equipment needed to set up camp.  I was able to haul several of our friends stuff up to the river including the much needed tents to set up to make it look like the camp was full to any passing would be campers. It would serve as power for campers who need to blow their shit up with including the rafts and the equipment for the band.  It was also a bathroom for some of the ladies who wished to use it instead of the 2 port a johns in the camp and it served as a place to make coffee for all the bikers there.

We were glad we did because we probably made 10 pots of coffee from 2 coffee makers for everyone who wanted or needed that cup.

As morning rolled into the day people started packing up and getting ready to ride home, many of them had traveled a long distance as far as AZ and NV.  While some left early others hung out and it looked like they weren’t ready for the party to end so soon.

Another thing that was discussed with almost every rider was that next year this had to be a 3 day event. I totally agree and it would be. We will also have a confirmed band, a beer booth, BBQ and some bike games. Everyone came up to me or Patricia during the run and told us that this was a great run and idea and that they would be back for next years run.

We heard from the riders that it was a much needed type of bike run when all the other runs have become so typical, boring. Another way I heard it was from Debby from AZ “ the same ole same ole runs, this one was refreshing.”  Another old school biker named Dinkster told us that it was just the way it should be. Fun and easy going.

One by one, and in groups all the riders rode out of camp and back to their lives. We watched as our friends John and Tammy were the last ones out feeling that Patricia and I accomplished what we set out to do, bring riders together who want to get back to the way bike runs used to be.  Free spirited, just the basics, good times with no hassles of being who you are and no one telling you have to live your life as a biker.

Definitely not a corporate, cookie cutter, phony,  money hungry event that only cares about taking your hard earned money for shows, admittance into the event and $7.00 bottles of water and telling you what a bike event should be like.

The Redwood Run has it right and I am in no way saying they are like those other runs like Hollister and Laughlin.  They have just grown to the point where they need to make some money for what they provide as a true old school bike run.  They are one of the last of that dying event that we are trying to keep alive.

One last note, coming from any report I had, there was not one word spoke in anger, not one person who got out of line with one of the girls, no one lost their bike or personal property, not one time was there a need for Law Enforcement to be present and thankfully not one biker went down.

Patricia and I want to thank everyone who made this run a success all the way from my close friends who gave us advice, helped us with getting the word out and helped us with the safe run going out, the drivers who helped haul stuff in the support vehicles, the riders at camp who helped and shared what they had with the other riders and to everyone that showed up.  This couldn’t have been possible without you.  We hope to see you next year for the 3^rd annual End of Summer Kern River Run.

(Rick your right it does sound cool)

Your host of the run,

Patricia n Mark

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