While the heart of MvR is its homage to the angst-ridden British youth of yore, the event brings out the Americana-laced rockabilly and hot-rod crowd, including the pin-up gals and swing-dancin’ couples. The people-watching is just as good as the bike-ogling.
Attendees and organizers alike know this isn’t purely a London Ace Café crowd; it’s a Midwestern mix of bike riders bent on rebellion with a nod to various ’40s, ’50s, and ’60s motorcycle subcultures.
Was a lot of fun this year.