From one woman to another, if you have not been to an Antique Motorcycle Swap Meet, you need to add it to your bucket list. I have been going for 11 years now; and yes you have to be willing to camp, willing to put up with the rain, the cold, the hot sun, dirt, rusty and crusty parts, and the old fossils selling them. You have to get use to being waited on by grey haired, mostly bearded old men. Yes ladies I said waited on. With names like BBQ Bob, Cookie, or Gumbo Joe no cooking by the gals required. Some of the best food coming off the grills with the aroma to match come out of these swap meets.
You have to get use to meeting some of the most colorful people on the face of the planet. Need a water, or a beverage of any type, as you walk through and enjoy the artistry of these old motorcycles, all you need to do is just look on the hoods of trucks or the tops of folding tables and stir up interest in the bides. These folks are more than willing to share their stories and offer you whatever is available. They are so happy to educate you on the difference between a JD, a Flathead, Panhead or Shovelhead motor. They also still somewhat enjoy the camaraderie between Harleys and Indians. You will see motorcycles you have most likely never heard of such as Henderson, Crocker, Merkel, Whizzer, Emerson, or an Ace.
It is always fun to see the old faces, they are the most generous, fun loving people I know. We bring our dogs and the kids without fear of allowing them to play freely.