Cassoday KS

Cassoday is a very small town in Kansas. There is a biker run on every first Sunday of the month.

I have been there when it was still very small and have sweet memory about the ride, but it has become so big that it is just a crowded motorcycle market place with bunch of bikes... It started in 1991, a biker named Jack Robinson went to the owner of the Cassoday Cafe, Norma Arsenault and stated that the Saturday ride for breakfast would be better for his group if it were on Sunday's. Norma replied that if she gave up her Sunday's it needed to be for good reason. She would do it if he would bring enough bikers to be worth her time and money. The first Motorcycle Sunday (as the locals call it) began with 12. Now, possibly 6 or 7000 bikers come on a good day.

I went there today and my ass hurts. (About 200 miles round trip- I took longer way) Near Cassoday, There were so many bikers...I thought about making a fake arm with peace sign for oncoming bikers. My elbow hurts from giving them the darn peace sign...Once I got there, I tried to take pictures of bikes but there were many many many boring, straight out of factory-possibly-some-aftermarket parts-on Harleys. Hard to believe that Harley is in financial trouble. There were shit loads of them. Seems like everyone rides that thing. It was challenging to find non-V-twin bikes there if not crotch rockets. I only saw a handful of interesting bikes that I stopped and admire. There were a huge number of guys with black leather chaps, black leather vests with patches, a bandanna and blue jeans as if those were the uniform. They must shop together. I also tried to take pictures of good looking girls, but I saw mostly muffin topping, tattooed-up and beat-up, middle-aged women.

Last time I was there, my bike crapped out on me (charging problem) and King Kirk Anderson I was riding with left me there.

But at the time, Kirk was riding newly acquired (then) Norton flat track racer, which did not have a front brake and any other necessary items to be on the road, such as turn signals, head light, brake light, or license tag...instead it had 2 big number plates. He also loudly announced that there were no brake when we entered a town, where some cops were visible.

He was stopped by cops. He tried to convince cops that it was a parade vehicle but no use; he was not allowed to ride back the bike

Mitch had to pick both of us with a van...

I went there alone and ride was great. I should invest on earplugs next time, though...Maybe the fake left arms as well.... I only had gas money so I did not eat there.

For more info on the bike run: Cassoday BikeRun