Our visit to Digby Neck coincided with the Event of the Year:
Churches compete with one another for a chance to bless Bikers:
Churches also feed bikers:
All compete with the churches to feed bikers:
Funeral homes are in there too:
Bikers taste heaven:
Everybody here loves bikers. The local cop and his undercover buddy, at first, like all cops, were wary of my camera. From experience, they’re, actually, more scared of cameras than guns (see the Kentucky incident). “Who are you going to show the pictures?” the uniformed cop asked me. “Locals? Are you a local?”
“No, I’m from Montreal. I’m going to make you famous there,” I joked.
“Ah, o.k. then,” he agreed.
“Is that an undercover agent?” I pointed to his buddy who was trying to sneak behind the scenes pretending he wasn’t. “Com’on, you can’t hide it with that military posture”.
The two of them laughed and let me take the picture. They were definitely more relaxed than the Kentucky Servants of the Mighty Order.
“Are you a biker?” they ask me.
“Used to be in the desert, on a cross-country bike. Otherwise no. But you have enough of them up your sleeve here,” I observe.
“Nah… They’re harmless, these folks. They’ve all decent jobs: lawyers, doctors, what have you. On the weekend they like to play gangsters and Hells Angels. So, once a year, they come here from all over the country for this big gig; run through that circus; eat hot dogs and barbecue ribs; then go back to their decent lives. They bring good business. And you, too, should go shopping now”.
Yes, everyone loves and welcomes bikers:
Funny things for the funny lot of you, welcome bikers:
Bikers’ eating habits: they harbour a soft spot for Tim Horton’s and hot-dogs.
Also, after a good meal, a good toilet for bikers: