Boy, I sure wasn't clear! I was trying to make the point, as much as there was a point, to the recollection of a memorable day. If ther was a goal beyoind story telling it is that it is very easy to get caught up in something. I could have no idea that being in that group, feeling the camraderie, of being among thousands of people who share an experience, a pleasure in two wheeling, that I was also tapping into a power that could go badly wrong. Riding towards WEirs Beach, I did not know what was going to happen in the next hour, I was living in that moment. Perhaps there is a metaphor here for giving up responsibility for choosing a destination.

So that leaves me with the questions:

Should I not have enjoyed the feeling I had on the ride to town?

Should I avoid large groups of motorcyclists?

Should I avoid large sporting events where riots have been known to break out, perhaps for some of the same reasons?

or should I learn a lesson that the I am susceptible to the same emotions that are brought out in large groups. Although in my case I did not go amok, I can see how some people can be tempted into giving up their inhibitions.

I didn't set out to write about learning a lesson but perhaps that is there, too. I think that if there are any attitudes there it is because that is how I feel and so I probably expressed them, or tried to, when I wrote about the incident.

Sourdough