Our encounters with natives have been interesting and pleasant.
So, our ride through Florence, Oregon stands out as the first distasteful experience.
Last weekend I stopped at a little market to wait for Peter and take a couple of photos. I chatted some with a guy sitting with his dog, and then decided I might get going and wait in Florence instead.
The guy said, "You might want to wait and ride through town together. There's a festival and there's a lot of traffic."
So I waited.
As soon as we got going, were passed by a lot of motorcycles. We got to town and saw a big banner welcoming us to "Rhoady-Days".
The Harley crowd was gathered in a parking lot at "the blessing of the bikes". I was afraid to take a photo.
Cars cruising main street had fat guys hanging out of them yelling at us to get off the road. Drivers flipped us off.
We stuck together and kept moving. Drivers were so rude on a bridge we crossed that we walked our bikes on the pedestrian sidewalk.
We stopped at the first campground just outside of town just to get off the road.
Found out it was the annual "Rhododendron Festival". Guess flowers bring out thugs since 1908..
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Yeah, there are Rhododendron thugs all over the Pacific coast, but even more dangerous are the Harley-Tulip gangs. It's getting near the end of their season, but be careful - I've heard they carry chewed off tulip stems to huck at people (especially cyclists, since the bicycle is the lesser ancestor to the "Real Bike"). Tulip stems are pretty thick.
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