Scared the hell out of me
I had spent Christmas 1980 in Pacific Grove, California. I continued my trip south on the coastal highway 1 on my honda 70. Early in the trip the roads got quite mountainous and windy. I was heading into Big Sur. My top speed was around 45mph. As the road straightened I noticed a few motorcycles behind me, then more then more. I'd say fifty motorcycles behind me, no one is passing me. Having 'hells angels' on my mind, I was quickly 'scared as hell.'
Came to this huge empty parking lot. I parked and some fifty bikers lined up next to me.
The elderly biker next to me noted my despair and calmed me down handing me his thermos of hot coffee:"We are all dentists and doctors on holiday, no hells angels"
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