These are bikers taking part in a town parade in 1985. They ride old Soviet wimpy bikes. Ohh, a lot of things have changed since 1985, and one of them is my big Ninja that probably produces more horsepower than all of them added together.

The most exciting thing about a Ghost Town ride is to hit the red line on my bike's tacho and split the silence with the roar of a wounded dinosaur, then close throttle so I can hear the ghosts whispering their curses to my 1100cc Kawasaki engine.

And their flag was still there.

All of this happy horsesh.t was for the May 1st Labor Day parade.