Date: Mon, 12 Jun 1995 11:20:33 -0600
From: Penny Powers <ppowers@silver.sdsmt.edu>


MITM - Part IV "God Damn, This Place is Full of BIKERS!"

(sorry we mislabeled the last installment as part IV.
 It wasn't. It was part III.  Consider this IV.01 -- or 
 if your sense of order is offended, label it part IV 
 and live with it.)

Only a few minutes later we hear the unmistakable sound of a BLT
(Big Loud Twin). Here are the people who showed up, either on
Friday or Saturday (not including the ones whose descriptions
can be found in Part II):

Michael & Vicki Menard (Mikey and CudahTah):
Cudah has beautiful red hair and flashing eyes, lovely tats and 
creamy skin, prone to sunburn, we'd bet. Rides a gorgeous Springer. 
Why can't all lawyers wear jeans as tight as hers?

Mikey is a big man with broad shoulders who speaks quickly and
incisively.  Mike must be plugged into the power grid somewhere.  
Folks get tired just watching him try to sit still.

Mikey traded his bagger with Sas for the Saturday 
ride to the diner and zipped around on the Triumph for the day. You
could tell that he really liked it. Sas obviously enjoyed the
bagger, too, 'cause he had the music turned up as loud as it 
would go, and he sang at the top of his lungs.

Tiger Bob: Ivan has already mentioned the gorgeous Tiger Tats
and SunShine has mentioned his EMT kit for hangovers.  He claimed at one 
point to have a Foley in that bag, but later said he could improvise one 
in a hurry. That came after Dan asked for a massage from the medical 
types, but desisted when Skiv said he'd have to be catheterized first.
Too Bad, eh?  Bob doesn't believe in shirts with sleeves, apparently. 
He's a big man with lots of very dark hair. His belly shakes when he 
laughs or when his bike is being stubborn and takes several kicks. Rides 
a Shovel with the only other kicker in the Meet...and managed to keep his 
thumb off the "Start" button the whole weekend.

Stroker Ray rode in followed by his wife and teenagers in the van.
He grumbled that his wife only rode behind him until he hit a 
raindrop...then she bailed for the van.  She just said she came to have 
fun, not get wet.  After the van got stuck in the mud, lots of muscle 
flexing and joint popping was evidenced as those in the area rallied to 
push it out.

Ray is short and round with a grey beard.  As Davey said, "a Santy Claws 
from Hell."

This Sandy Claws loves to talk but we found he can listen 
intently just as well. He wears tiny little glasses and a ponytail. 
His daughter secured a fond place in several hearts by making calzone and 
cherry turnovers in the Lord God of Fire's merry blaze.  Hey, I know they 
called 'em pizzas, but 'at'sa calzone!  Pizza folded in half is a 
calzone.  Good art deserves appreciation.

Karen Wells and Celiz had a trailer behind Celiz' bike that revealed
lawn chairs, a cooler, and other assorted goodies as the weekend
wore on. Karen doesn't believe in shirts with collars, but then
if she hadn't cut those T-shirts that low, we wouldn't have been able
to see her tats, either. Has short blonde hair and a raspy laugh.
Admitted to having a hangover on Saturday morning, so Tom Ohmer
leaned over and yelled in her ear, "GOOD MORNING, KAREN!!!" and
her eyeballs got wide and steam came out her ears.  We started laying 
bets as to whether she'd strangle him first or stretch him over the fire. 

Celiz has a grey beard but no moustache, reminding us of an
old-time Scottish Geezer.

Smilin' Jim Simons (The Pumpkin Farmer) is a tall thin man who
wore a clean starched white shirt under his leather jacket. He
rides a bright orange FLT and had a matching orange dew rag. This
man doesn't smile and doesn't talk much. We think he saves all his
energy for growing hair. He is clean shaven, but his long brown
hair is very thick and he wears it in a braid halfway down his back.

SunShine drove in on Friday and brought RJ and Alex, her two boys.
RJ is the older of the two, and will talk your ear off. Alex is
younger and no one could understand a word he said. Alex often
claims he needs to pee when he really doesn't. So
SunShine simply yanks his pants down and positions him facing the nearest 
building.  He arches his back and stands there long enough (often the 
longest he stands still at all) to dredge up some from somewhere. 
Then he runs back to Mom with his pants around his ankles so she can 
pull them up for him. 

These boys love mud. When they found a recently excavated ditch
for a water line, they immediately got down on their bellies and
crawled from one end to the other before standing up. They had mud
down their shirts, mud down their boots, and mud in their hair.
SunShine was not in the immediate vicinity when they returned so
we all speculated how much trouble they'd be in when she got back.
We also considered dunking them in the lake, but no one had the
energy to do so.

SunShine herself is a tall woman with long legs and long black hair.
She has a thin face and pure white skin. She wears nothin' under that
shirt but elaborate tats that are only partly visible out the top.
She has a large and generous laugh and her voice can be heard
across the lake, just ask RJ. She's never at a loss for words and
even talked Tiger Bob into submission - bit him for emphasis, if reports 
are correct.

Tom Ohmer: Here's a guy who didn't fit our expectations. He's a
burly guy with red hair and a flaming personality to match. If
there was one person who could out-talk SunShine, it was Tom.
The more he drank, the louder he got. We went to bed at 1:30am
on Friday night and around 2 we heard Tom's voice booming our
way from the campfire. We're not even sure he had a conversation
partner, he might just have been addressing the entire town of
Staunton, or perhaps St. Louis.  The content of the monologue had 
Skiv laughing so hard he about blew the tent down.

The next morning, Sas reported that Tom even talks in
his sleep loudly enough to wake people up. This particular
nightmare seemed to include pain, because Tom was crying out,
"OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH!!!" Then, after a pause, he modulated his
tone and moaned, "Oh!...Owww" and then fell silent in his dreams.
"Somebody was hurtin' him *good*." remarked Sas. Ivan merely
reported, "I heard him yelling something", and let it go at that.

Tom is the man who should be hired to cook Bratwurst at any gathering. We 
don't know what his ancestry includes, but he treats Brats with the tenderest
of affection, creating juicy delights that we inhaled drenched in a mild 
chili concocted by Cheezie's Mom.

John & Anne Mitchell rode in a few miles from home during a torrential
downpour. They had reserved the little log cabin and left items
of clothing draped on the porch to dry overnight. John is tall
and thin, and Anne is short with very yellow blonde hair.  She did the 
outstanding design for the T-shirt...that should be the official logo for 
MITM and be *signed*, durnit.  Good art deserves appreciation.  

Davey DeCoster, Matt Pittelkow and Dan Sorenson arrived with great
fanfare. Butcher Boy is unmistakable even before Dan pulls in the
clutch, but when he does, it sounds like there's $1.43 in change
loose in the friction plates.  A minimalist ride and a reminder of what we 
used to take for granted.  The amount of thought is evident.  Simple, 
clean, efficient.  Dan peels himself gratefully out of the saddle and 
doesn't say much for a while.

Davey D. What can we say? A man whose quiet presence dominates
any scene. He's tall and deeply tanned. He's strong enough to
bend Butcher Boy's footpeg back into position while everyone
else is wondering what tool to use. He always wears a hat and
has deeply set eyes that twinkle even when he doesn't mean them
to. He speaks less in person than he does on rmh but it's clear
that he's always thinking. This is one very perceptive guy.
Usually has a short snappy comeback for any occasion. He pretends
not to smile, but dimples give him away every time. Davey rides
like the wind and hates to stop. Matt told us that when someone
has to stop, Davey gets irritated and when they get back on the
road they all end up doing Three Jesus for the next few hours. 

{One Jesus = the speed at which you glance down at your
 speedometer and say, "JESUS!"}

Matt Pittelkow has a new bike and he's obviously in
love with this machine. It's beautiful and he'll take excellent
care of it. Matt has medium length straight blonde hair. He's
a wiry guy with a beard and a glass eye. He's a very involved
father to his kids and speaks highly of them. Wish all dads
cared so much. Matt smokes small Macanudos and Skiv
joined him on Saturday night.  Macanudos and Glenlivet in good company.  
It may possibly get better, but it's a slim bet and the House takes a 
thick cut.

Next - Part V - More People

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