Today was the iron horse rodeo. Lots of fun. Boring at points, crazy at points, incredibly insulting at points, but a great exploration part of the culture I'm surrounded with. So here is your picture tour of the rodeo.
First stop is the parking lot. I ended up driving, could hardly find a spot for all the bikes parked all over the place. It looked like in the beginning there was a plan, but towards the back there was no rhyme or reason to how anybody was parked.
You could really tell that this was a professional rodeo by the registration numbers on the bikes. That right, big numbers written on plates. Classy.
There I am, sitting in the audience with my colored clothes and all the people around me look something like this...
Oooh! How could I not include a picture of the fabulous snack options available?