Not much of a show, but on a slow Sunday, it's all I got.........
The Old Bastards originated in Bastard County, I believe, hence the appropriate name.
So, me and a bunch of just generic old bastards rode up the Ottawa valley, and into Quebec. I took the KTM as my weapon of choice, since for this type of day, you never know whether you will end up in a farmer's field. I have a better chance of extricating myself with a 350lb bike. Turned out to be a parking lot for a small hotel, so no off-roading.
Of course, sometimes the people are more interesting than the bikes. This is Bubba, (and Mrs. Bubba), who has set up his Ural sidecar rig like a home on wheels. Makes a good lawn chair, he said, as she reclined gracefully in the sidecar, feet propped up on the dash.
Bear in mind this is rural Quebec, not SoCal. Buncha old crocks enjoying some other old crocks