Sitting in Bob’s bus during the Threshermen’s parade, over 60 people from Portugal and Brazil showed up on motorcycles. The air was thick with smoke and steam from the parading steam engines and the air was full of whistles. Marching bands, sirens, firetrucks, it doesn’t get much better than this on an early fall Sunday. The motorcyclists went wild – they told me they thought the bus was great, the museums fantastic, but they were wowed over the parading steam engines. One of the tour guides remarked that he saw a family that was at least 3 generations sitting on the curb and chairs and laughing together.