I sit at the back of the Honda CM200. One curve, another, the hot air pummels my face, my bare arms, we're there. We get off and watch.
It's the end of the day. Trucks back down toward the water. Time to haul in the boats…
Back on the Honda, following the shore road along Lake Waubesa. Up ahead, Christie's is drawing a crowd. Beer, baskets of fried this and the other.
Or, for some, just a cool beer. In a plastic cup. And thoughts of the week ahead.
Replayed, at countless places around Wisconsin. All summer long.