Coming Home

So after 8 years, my bike is home, back to it's birthplace. As we rode down I-94 a home made sign hung from the overpass that said "Welcome Home".
At that point, I realized whom they we welcoming. I had never even been to Milwaukee. It was the bikes. There we so many bikes filling every street, highway and parking lot. We stopped at a Wisconsin Harley-Davidson then on to the Gresley house B&B where we are staying. B&Bs are like your home away from home. They are so comfortable amd well, homey. It's the next morning now and it's off to downtown and time to check out the scene.