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38 nFebruary 2017n www.thunderpress.net THUNDER PRESS by Felicia Morgan APACHE JUNCTION, ARIZ., JAN. 7—We heard there was a free breakfast going on out at the base of the Superstition Mountains so we wandered over to scope out the doin's at the local Harley shop. We hung out for a couple of hours just visiting with a bunch of friendly folks and drooling over the new bikes set up at Superstition H-D. You really have to appreciate a dealership that's willing to roll out early to feed the masses on a dreary Saturday morning, but it took our clan by surprise to discover that the folks over in Apache Junction offered much more than the typical glob of powdered eggs and weak coffee. Our little tribe of four consisted of Randy Neal and his mama Becky who were both in from Texas, along with Randy's brother Rick who rode over from Mesa. We all bellied up to the breakfast bar and were pleasantly sur- prised to fi nd the staff happily dishing up plates of eggs, sausage and fl ap- jacks as the bartender passed out cups of spicy Bloody Marys, complete with a full range of cocktail accouterments to jazz up the libation. The crew made us all welcome as the crowd chatted and chowed down while simply ignor- ing the grey skies that shrouded the day. Picnic tables were set up inside and it wasn't long before the place was packed with riders kicking off their weekend with a bit of commu- nity and camaraderie. Joel Maze sang his heart out and the mellow, melodic guitar licks wafted across the show- room fl oor as shiny bikes called to potential buyers to come take a look. We wandered around shopping the sales racks and enjoyed the mellow atmosphere and, of course, picked up the newest issue of THUNDER PRESS. Riders lined up with their leathers in hand, waiting patiently for stitch- work. Most everyone knew Fred and Ellen from Bitchin' Stitchin' would be on hand to apply patches and minor stitch work for a couple of hours and business was brisk. Ellen pretty much had her hands full and stayed well occupied but we noticed Fred, her right hand man, kept sneaking off. Turned out this was the day Fred was to pick up his new trike and he was having a hard time focusing on work. He'd traded in his bike and suffered a few pangs of guilt over the transaction after spying his trusty steed sitting in the "for sale" paddock, but he ratio- nalized the whole thing while walking around the spiffy new wheels that would represent a change in lifestyle. "You know, these 71-year-old knees just can't cut it anymore,; holding the bike up is a lot tougher these days and this is going to keep me out there. It'll be perfect." He showed us all the bells and whistles and explained about storage and the benefi ts of life on three wheels. We had to admit, it was a pretty nice piece of machinery. We're working out plans to meet up for a day ride, soon. Personally, I'm thinking about joining up with the ride the dealership has planned to support the Ride for the Salt River Wild Horses, which sounds like a great time. The management's decision to step up for runs like these and the many other community-based functions they schedule like blood drives, dinner rides, workshops and seminars makes you want to ride out to support their efforts. Be sure to check out the events calendar at the Superstition Harley-Davidson website as well as their Facebook page. Get out there and get involved. (superstitionhd.com/customer-corner/ upcoming-rides-events) 4 BIKES, BRUNCH AND BLOODIES Breakfast 'n' brotherhood Superstition on a Saturday morning The warm and hospitable staff at the Apache Junction dealership dished up food and grog for the folks looking to put a little sunshine in their weekend Ellen, from Bitchin' Stitchin', was kept busy whipping out the work as the crowds wandered about Folks added a little spice to their Saturday morning with free Blood Marys at Superstition Harley-Davidson Fred could hardly contain himself as he watched the clock tick-tock in anticipation of taking delivery of his brand new (to him) trike