For the rest of us, there was an extended wait just to get into the staging area. Lots of stop and go, in some instances, merely pushing the bikes along a few feet at a time. However, it did afford lots of opportunity to meet others around us and share the delight in our plight. Yes, that is sarcasm.
However, in reality everyone did take it all in stride and really made the best of the situation. As I have mentioned before, HOG people are indeed some of the best that one could ever find. They are a cross section of societies and cultures from literally all over the world. Yet the commonality of a motorcycle, a specific motorcycle, breaks down all barriers and unites us all in sister and brotherhood that transcends the differences.
From the very moment we made our way out of Miller Park onto the streets, the sight of the number of people that turned out to see the parade was nearly overwhelming. There were countless hand held signs stating "Welcome".
Both sides of the streets were lined for the entire four and a half miles of the route.
The parade ended at the lake front bring us to the Summerfest grounds, which was the sight of much of the Celebration activities.