Wagon Trains

A few years ago the DW and I were camped down in the Ozarks in a privately owned campground when on a Friday night a large group of bikers rode in and pitched there tents or for the weekend. They were right across from where we were camped and they were by far the most courteous and helpful bunch of guys I've ever camped around.

I am 60 year's old and have been around bikers of all kinds all my life and have yet to ever run into one that wouldn't help you out if you needed him. Some of them might not be out of there way friendly but that doesn't make them a bad person. They can camp next to me anytime!