Right, so about those Ventura guys. I remember seeing them quite a bit, especially back in the day. Wasn’t like I went looking, you know, but living around here, you just bump into things.
One time, I was grabbing coffee down near the harbor. Saturday morning, I think. First thing you’d notice was the sound. You could hear those bikes coming from blocks away. Not just one or two, like a whole pack.
The Rumble
They rolled in, maybe ten, fifteen of them. Big Harleys, mostly. Polished chrome, loud pipes, the whole deal. They parked up together, pretty organized about it. Didn’t block traffic or anything, just found a spot along the street.
- The bikes were impressive, gotta admit. Each one looked customized.
- They were wearing their cuts, the vests with the patches. You couldn’t miss it.
- They mostly stuck together, didn’t really interact much with other folks around.
I just watched from the coffee shop window for a bit. They weren’t causing trouble. Just hanging out, talking amongst themselves. Some went into a little shop nearby, others just stood by the bikes. It was a real presence, though. You knew they were there. Definitely made you look.
After maybe half an hour, they fired up the engines again. That sound, man, it really fills the air. Then they just rode off, heading up the coast, I guess. It was quite a sight, seeing them all move out together like that.
Been seeing them around Ventura County for years, off and on. Sometimes big groups, sometimes just a couple of bikes. They usually keep to themselves when I’ve seen them. Just part of the local scenery, in a way. You see them, you notice, and then life goes on. Just another Saturday morning observation, really.
