I think Jimmy himself didn't anticipate quite a turnout, which was too much for the small joint to handle. The wristband ticket ran out after a hundred entries. I think I even saw the waiters selling beer outside. Everyone was huddled outside the plaza instead of the inside Uzziah - which was great, the bikes were in full view of everyone. The evening turned out rather to be an exhibit of sorts that it became hard where to look first. Most of the crowd knew everyone else, it was a gathering of different groups from all over.
Crotch rockets and cruisers sharing one space under a clear night sky. What else can you ask for? Ok so the oggling women and children did mingle, but who were we to mind them? Although there were lots of crap littering the place, and from the looks of it, they're human crap. Condolences to those rubbers that happen to run over some.
Although I did promise myself I'd snap some photos of the Castrol Bike - sraight out of the HBC garage. It was "bheeed eeehsss" so to speak. Really funky. Extended downtubes, extended backbone, rigid chassis, long tank, the Mity Mike pipes were a doozy. Everything on the bike was a step above the norm. I am pleased to see pinoys coming out with this kind of accomplishment.
Great to see a work of art for the night. Couldn't stay past the 12MN mark, Gil had to accompany us up till coastal and ride back to oversee of the rest who stayed behind to enjoy the evening further. All in all, it was great riding with the group again, jamming with the noisies and thanking the hand above for blessing us with a safe and clear evening.