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The fields are empty now, except for a few shuttered food stands. Smokers full of turkey legs, Philly cheese steaks, nacho stands — all gone. Only the vendor of knockoff sunglasses still has his tent open, trying to hustle a few last sales from the stragglers.
I glance toward the General Store and am surprised to see it still standing. A lone figure in overalls is surveying the fields. It could be Fat Feeder or Tally. It's impossible to tell. The slump of his shoulders looks bittersweet somehow. Or maybe he's just trying to keep his breakfast down.
A few days later, I call Tally. He's still getting receipts checked, but now it looks as though the total draw was 700 people, a drop of 1,100 from the June rally. The Hell's Angels didn't even make it.
"It was disappointing," he says. "The weather was against us some. It got colder than I thought this weekend. That's OK. We still had fun."
Next June's event is still on, but the fall Grand River Rally is dead.
Looking ahead to the summer, he says, "I still think it's going to be something someday. Everybody needs to start somewhere."