Motorcycle Gangs

I had to go to Salt Lake last Saturday.  I HATE driving to Salt Lake...but even more, I hate driving back; the traffic is horrible.  There are too many cars on the road to feel comfortable and I have this toy box filled with food storage in the back of the truck I was driving, to keep it weighted down in bad weather.  I kept on turning my mirror to make sure the lid hadn't flown off.  That reminds me, I still need to secure it shut.  Maybe with a bungee cord.  When I reach the Point of the Mountain, a few bikers passed me.  I thought, "Wow, that's cool.  They must think it's really fun to be riding in these frigid temperatures."  As I progressed along my route, I noticed more bikers....a LOT more bikers.  It was insane.  No longer did I think it was cute.  They were riding staggered in one lane.  I thought it seemed kinda dangerous as I watched cars weave inbetween them.  I got myself in the fast lane and carefully passed them...one by one....It took a while.  Then I noticed something else...a hearse.  As I inched passed, I looked to see if it was carrying someone.  I saw flowers and as I moved forward, noticed they were atop a shiny, cream casket.  That's when it dawned on me; these crazy, dedicated motorcyclist were following the hearse.  Corny as this was, I choked up and thought again, "Wow, that's cool!".