Yes yes…we know The Bradentucky Burn-up was a couple months ago. We also know that good things take time…
Let us first say, that often, we attend events that promise a great many bitchin’ bikes, good company and a damn fine time overall. To often people overdue one part of the event and forget everything else. As example, what good is a bunch of beer if there isn’t anything to munch on when people start getting hungry? Are they going to chew on old tires? No.. You need food, man. And along with food you need good music, hopping people and a three legged dog who plays fetch with an old license plate.
Josh Bird, event organizer extraordinaire, devout Triumph rider and close friend of The Dime City Militia managed to pull all those things together for one hell of an evening with the help of P-Man’s Custom Paint in Bradenton Florida. All the passers by in their SUV’s on the main road had no idea that real American culture was two streets over having it’s way with a damn good time.
The event had three live bands with the final act being, The Downshifters. There was an outside pool table, a mega-keg on tap and a hot-dog cart to fill those weary bellies full of Budweiser. People from all walks of the motorcycle and hotrod worlds converged for a single evening of good clean, well- sort of clean, fun..
The bikes on display were everything from wild to mild. HD cruisers and Norton’s shared the parking lot space and there wasn’t even a scuffle.. Everyone got along and the evening went off without a hitch. When we talked with Josh during the event he said “I wanted to put together a true vintage event to not only give loyalist a chance to show their iron, but to expose other types of riders in hopes that they would pickup the interest..” Very cool Josh.. Very cool idea indeed.
P-Man, custom paint god and general bad-ass opened up his sweet little pad in hopes that everyone local to Sarasota would have a spot to begin to converge sharing in a true “down-home” good time and culture swapping session. As you can see, he and his crew provided a perfect example of a “southern tail-gate.”
While the bands got ready the party ensued on the first floor of P-Mans shop which was littered with cool motorcycle paraphernalia from yesteryear. We know how to do it right now here folks…don’t let those SoCal and Nor-Easters let you think the only good moto-parties happen in their corners of the US of A!
If jammin’ to tunes from one of the three live bands wasn’t your thing you could step outside the warehouse and throw down some scratch betting on who was gonna win the next pool game…or dump their bike while trying to do a burn-out.
All in all the event was a major success. Over 100 bikes showed and dozens more car loads of people poured in as the night went on into the shattered hours of the night. The show was a close one and afforded a couple well deserved bike builders trophies for their hardworking petrol pounding beauties. The winner of Best in Show, a Moto Guzzi that had to of been older than your grandfather, was the real show stopper. More so, though, that the owner road it all the way to the event, from over an hour and a half away!

On one hand, it was so cool we don’t want word to get out for fear that it’ll be swamped next year, but where’s the fun in that? So keep an eye on The DCC Diatribe for info on the next gathering and get in on the action!