We keep files on dozens of events every year. Sales, attendance, after event client numbers, all kinds of completely uninteresting shit. Some of these events are amazing, we have a blast, make a bunch of bucks and meet lifelong friends.
One of those files just says, "Andy".
For the last five years we've been vending at Andy's Classic & Vintage Motorcycle Show & Swap Meet. With good reason, it's been our home base event since the beginning. If you've been, and you've met the eponymous Andy and his better half Heidi, then you know why. Want to brighten up your day? Just show or tell Andy something cool and get him to say, "Awesome!" you'll know you've shone some light into this here world. The man just owns that word, pretty sure he's got a trademark for it in the trunk of a classic Impala somewhere. His event is always something special, even when it gets rained out like the last couple of years. Hell, the show still set a record for donations at the gate last season even with Noah's Ark floating across the field. Only show organizer I know that stands at the gate, welcomes folks in and thanks them for coming.
Flying stag this year meant I couldn't get out in the wild for much ooh and aahery, or taking of pics, but I did manage to make a quick foray out for some muchies from the food tent. I had met the boys the night before and had a lovely fireside chat, pretty sure I boozily mistook them for a couple, (remember the night vision thing?) but I gotta say, I was simply not prepared for the sheer masculine majesty of these gentlemen in full daylight. You just know that when they walk into a bar, Chuck Norris says, "Excuse me Sir!" and gives up his seat. Charles Bronson, Clint Eastwood, wild fucking lions thundering after terrified furry critters on the African veldt and King Kong his own big wooly self ain't got nothing on these boys. Took my damn breath away. Couldn't even order my usual hot dog, because it would have felt like a hollow mockery of their divine might. Settled for a burger with cheese and a polite, "thanks gents." and headed back to my casa in humble awe. That sure was a tasty burger though. Thanks guys. :)
The show itself was awesome, as usual. It's in our local cabbage patch, so to speak, so the day is an endless elephant parade of friends, clients, bros, sisters, well wishers and the occasional discombobulated penguin in a tutu. Got a ton of attaboys on the new logo, the recent build featured in Biker Metric and just being an all around handsome devil, (pretty sure that last part happened). Even sold some of my dear to my heart, ice dyed by hand shirts and Rally Dresses, which always gives me the warm and fuzzies and opened up some leads on a few tasty future projects. I did manage a quick boot around the field to scope out this year's offerings and of course the menagerie did not disappoint.
When the dust settled Andy swung by for a bullshit session in the shade of the Baby Dragon. We hugged it out and Holy Shitted a bit, then saddled up and headed home.
See you next year Andy, keep on being awesome!