Oridinarily, we laugh at these guys and there macho big ride around da lake. As in, "Man, I rode 120 miles today around the lake. It was epic. I got street cred now as a real biker, yo. Hey does this leatherette doo rag make my arms look fat? Or is that phat?" Anyway you slice it or dice it, the back roads will be empty except to the true believers like us. Kinda thinking if the weather's nice, a little gathering that evening may be nice, no?