A little dinner and VFC Fights with friends at Stir Cove. Hello fall weather and sweatshirts! It was chilly!
Clint loves taking selfies with me. Adores it, y’all!
An easy, breezy Friday eve!
Full leathers, Harley time, Girlfriends, Memorial Poker Run and a whopping 352 miles round trip for this girl. It was a legit day on the bike!
Stop 1: Emerson, IA
Our stop in Emerson was to support Sara at her first annual JunkFest. Check her out at SW Iowa Primitives, Antiques and Furniture. It was also Emerson Days and they just so happened to be lining up for the big parade while we were there. We contemplated jumping in on it, but sadly we had to get rolling before the parade actually started. But, that didn’t stop us from first getting distracted by big shiny firetrucks, apparently. Good thing the Fire Chief in town is fellow biker sister, Liz. 🙂
Stop 1.5: Villisca to pick up Tina and on to Stop 2: Clarinda to sign up for the Shane Scroggs Memorial Poker Run. Shane is a Clarinda native who passed away far too soon. His family started this Poker Run in his name 6 years ago and all donations go to Scholarship Funds for Clarinda graduates.
This is also where we met up with a few more sista’s before hitting the road!
Stop 3: Hayloft, Grant, IA
Can’t be on the bike without Tootsie Pops. It’s a rule, folks. A Jordan Rule.
Stop 4: Huffy’s, Anita, IA
Stop 5: Marne, IA
Stop 5.5: Avoca for Fuel
Stop 6: The Back Forty, Macedonia, IA
Where the staffing was short and two of our Biker B’s hopped in to help.
Nice work, Liz and Tyree!
We hung out at this stop for quite a while. Food was the common denominator.
And becoming SnapChat friends was critical.
This stop is where some of the gals bounced. Some to Missouri Valley, one to CB and the other to Omaha. The rest of us motored on to…
Stop 7: Stanton, IA and then on to Stop 8/9: Clarinda, IA
Final Poker Hand Drawing:
This guy rode his bike the entire Poker Run Route: 180 Miles.
There were three men total. One guy make it 130 miles. One made the whole run but bounced home instead of coming back to the bar. Can you imagine?! That is a lot of miles… but for such a great cause. Good money was raised.
The last group event of the night was a loop through Clarinda led by Shane’s brother in the truck he and his dad were rebuilding 6 years ago. Cars, bikes, loud pipes through the town of Clarinda.
A very touching tribute and tradition.
Then it was back to the bowling alley to leather up for the chilly and dark 90 mile road back home.
But, not before a butt shot and Ski trying to steal Liz’s bike.
Those silly girls…
Back to Omaha and in my driveway by 10:30pm. 352 miles and 14 hours of awesome. Night riding remains some of my favorite times to get out there. Your senses come alive.
A lazy day. Lash appointment, grocery store and an entire afternoon sitting in my back yard reading, blogging, enjoying the fire my husband has started and love from this guy:
Yet another perfect weekend.