Every now and then, you and some friends put together some crazy idea that eventually takes off and then spirals out of control. For us, Thunderfuck was that idea. So what the heck is THUNDERFUCK? Well, last year, before Lean Angle even existed, The BMoreMoto group we ride with arranged a little meet with our reddit counterparts, PhillyRiders and DCMoto to do a big group ride for the whole Mid-Atlantic region. After last year’s success with about 30 riders, we knew this would have to be an annual occasion.
This year, Chris and Rob decided that we had to outdo our previous showing; more planning, more organization, and most importantly, MORE BIKES. We notified the masses a month and a half in advance, and met up ahead of time with our Philly group-leading counterpart Derek to scout the meet-up spot and route for the group. This is when he told us that Philly had a mission: to bring more bikes than the Baltimore crew. The game was on.
Baltimore, being the meeting point between Philly and DC has a unique advantage of not only being the closest, but also having intimate knowledge of the traffic and roads in the area. Using that lead, we planned an 8:30 meetup for our local riders to enjoy a more “spirited” run before meeting up with the masses for the parade run. We had a later rendezvous planned to meet up with the DC guys and any stragglers, but were amazed when we showed up to an astounding 19 bikes for the morning route. With this large of a group, we decided to keep things simple and stick to some of our favorite regular roads; Falls, Black Rock, Gunpowder, Beckleysville, Middletown, and Mt. Carmel, just to name a few. A great had time was had on this C-Pace route with only one issue popping up: a malfunctioning brake master cylinder on an Aprillia which came all the way from Fredericksburg.
We ended our morning ride with a rip down 83 to 695 and out to route 40, where we had scheduled to meet the rest of our riders, and the DCMoto crew to ride up route 1 to our meeting spot to pick up the PhillyRiders at Chesapeake Harley. We picked up about 20-25 more bikes, including a very special speeder-bike piloted by our very own storm trooper!
Our ride route 1 was just a chance to relax before we picked up the rest of our group for the final leg. The excitement certainly set in when we pulled in to Chesapeake HD to a welcoming party from the Philly crew and about 20 of their bikes.
We all walked around, said hi to old friends, exchanged names with some new ones, and checked out the bikes. Our group was now at officially over 60 bikes, so to say we had a little of everything would be pretty accurate.
After a little show and tell, we held our pre-ride meeting with our control riders, who would be designated to help keep the group safe and together. Once our plan was set, we held a general safety meeting with the entire group to go over the basics and explain the route. The end of this meeting was the signal to mount up and head off to our final destination, Chesapeake Inn located in Chesapeake City. Our route would take us out MD-222 to MD-40 then Right on Coudon Blvd. to pick up MD-7. We follow route 7 the entire way into Elkton where we would pick up MD-213 down into Chesapeake City.
We arrived at the Inn and parked in the only lot we could find which was big enough to hold 65 motorcycles. As it turned out, this lot was actually reserved for the town hall – which absolutely needed it, despite being closed on Sundays. When the local representative of law and order showed up, Rob and Chris went to smooth things over to not much avail.
Thankfully, in-between giving us a firm education on parking tickets, Ol’ Smokey, who had apparently somehow acquired the nickname “Deathstar” , noticed we had our own storm-trooper security on stand-by. This calmed the waters and allowed us all to move the bikes into places around town – but only on the condition that the officer got his photo-op. Once that hiccup was avoided, we returned to the tiki bar where we enjoyed good food, great scenery, and some half decent company from this band of merry miscreants.
The riders all filtered out randomly having completed the original mission of THUNDERFUCK. Some headed North back to the city of brotherly love, while the rest went South, back to the home bases of Charm City and the Nation’s Capital. Overall, THUNDERFUCK ’15 was a hugely successful 152 miles – all organized and lead by the great folks right here at Lean Angle. Let us know how you spent your weekend, and remember when life throws a curve, lean into it.