I showed up at Aerobooks around 1300 Saturday to see what was up.
There were a few highly polished sport bikes parked out front, with their highly polished (and posing) sport bike riders. I think I saw Ebass's Vrod, but no EBASS.
I tried to start a conversation with a few of the riders. But we didn't seem to be speaking the same language. Showing up on a DT1 didn't help much, I guess.
For me, the neatest bike there was some street legal 650 Rotax/Clewes framed dirt track bike, leaning up against Aerobook's wall.
The rider was pretty cool too. He did a big power wheelie down Magnolia when a left, a very brave thing to do in beautiful downtown Burbank.
So I went home, ate lunch and came back around 1500, this time on the CL350. Now a snack table was set up. A few more bikes were parked, all in perfect order; forks turned the same way, helmets on the sidewalk. The Vrod was gone. A few riders were milling around the Graves R1, so I made my way to the snack table, and helped myself to some chips & dip.
Again, I tried to start a conversation with some twit wearing a wimpy blond goatee; it went something like this.
Me: (Munch crunch) Neat R1. Is that your Suzuki? (As I pointed with a chip to some trick Gixxer I saw this guy step off of a few minutes before.)
Mr. Goatee: Grunt. (Turned and walked away.)
Me: ?!?!
I stood around for a couple more minutes, feeling very out of place, and mildly pissed off.
So when I left, I hooked a big wheelie on the CL, and promptly got a major ticket by one of Burbank's finest. Ouch. That hurt.