|Always a Wait at The Pantry|
On that day in September 1992, we began early. We rode the Harley FXRS down to the center of Los Angeles. We had some time on our hands so we walked up Figeroa and had some breakfast at The Pantry. Afterwards we went back to the Convention Center, and along with some 14,000 others that day we became American Citizens. We rode into town subjects of Her Majesty and returned Americans with little stars and stripes flying from our sissy bar.
This last occasion was nowhere near so momentous but the bacon and eggs were still as good.