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Motorcycle Tour 18|4|09
About ten minutes from Valença is Rio das Flores. Another small but great place to visit, Emidio (my father here in Brazil) often travels to Rio das Flores to deliver babies and visit the hospitals of the town. Well again I was off to a new event that started with a "follow me Alex" and again this time I ended up in a huge crowd of people going nuts. Emidio took me to Rio das Flores to check out the annual motorcycle show that is held there. On the way there I couldn't believe how many motorcyles were on the road, we would pass a group of bikers that was about twenty deep and then further down the road pass another the same size or bigger. I've never seen so many bikers on the road, it was intense. We arrived at night, right at prime time when bikers from all over were arriving and parking their bikes, and drinking cerveja. There were people from all around representing various motorcycles gangs, lots of interesting people. Everyone had on biker jackets and they all had their own gang patches and were reprsenting their crews hardcore. Tons of yelling, lots of loud music, way too many tattoo's and a Mrs. Motorcycle show going on at the same time. It was insanely perfect. There had to be more than a thousand bikers there. Lots of American rock and roll blaring along with lots of drunk people singing along and yelling at each other. I saw bikes there that didn't even make sense, bikes that could take down a baby elephant they were so big. It was so rediculous how decked out some of the bikers and their bikes were, so many bikes were decorated with skulls and fake decapitated heads. The whole scene was sort of like something Iron Maiden would use for a music video, it was that gnarley. The bikers were great, all of them had their own bad ass attitude and I had a great time trying to tell who in fact was the top dog. All the bikers were strutting around chest puffed out like they had just won a gold medal for successfuly riding their bike to the next town. It was hilarious. I was choking on the amount of testosterone that filled the air. Emidio explained to me how this Motorcycles extravaganza lasted a whole weekend and all the bikers would just roar from town to town giving the people a show. We went back the next day to take pictures since the lighting was so bad at night but most of the bikers had already taken off. The bikers weren't dangerous at all and just acted crazy and laughed all the time. They had a great atmosphere about them and my love for bikes has grown ten fold because of what I witnessed. 
About ten minutes from Valença is Rio das Flores. Another small but great place to visit, Emidio (my father here in Brazil) often travels to Rio das Flores to deliver babies and visit the hospitals of the town. Well again I was off to a new event that started with a "follow me Alex" and again this time I ended up in a huge crowd of people going nuts. Emidio took me to Rio das Flores to check out the annual motorcycle show that is held there. On the way there I couldn't believe how many motorcyles were on the road, we would pass a group of bikers that was about twenty deep and then further down the road pass another the same size or bigger. I've never seen so many bikers on the road, it was intense. We arrived at night, right at prime time when bikers from all over were arriving and parking their bikes, and drinking cerveja. There were people from all around representing various motorcycles gangs, lots of interesting people. Everyone had on biker jackets and they all had their own gang patches and were reprsenting their crews hardcore. Tons of yelling, lots of loud music, way too many tattoo's and a Mrs. Motorcycle show going on at the same time. It was insanely perfect. There had to be more than a thousand bikers there. Lots of American rock and roll blaring along with lots of drunk people singing along and yelling at each other. I saw bikes there that didn't even make sense, bikes that could take down a baby elephant they were so big. It was so rediculous how decked out some of the bikers and their bikes were, so many bikes were decorated with skulls and fake decapitated heads. The whole scene was sort of like something Iron Maiden would use for a music video, it was that gnarley. The bikers were great, all of them had their own bad ass attitude and I had a great time trying to tell who in fact was the top dog. All the bikers were strutting around chest puffed out like they had just won a gold medal for successfuly riding their bike to the next town. It was hilarious. I was choking on the amount of testosterone that filled the air. Emidio explained to me how this Motorcycles extravaganza lasted a whole weekend and all the bikers would just roar from town to town giving the people a show. We went back the next day to take pictures since the lighting was so bad at night but most of the bikers had already taken off. The bikers weren't dangerous at all and just acted crazy and laughed all the time. They had a great atmosphere about them and my love for bikes has grown ten fold because of what I witnessed. 
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