Happy Anniversary to the guy who makes my heart the happiest,
the one who gets me to smile the largest,
and the one who allows me to love the deepest.
Cheers to many more years of love and laughter.
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It’s The Weekend Mash-Up
Last week I traveled for work Wednesday thru Friday. While I had all intentions of running while away, the reality is it didn’t happen. Wednesday morning before I left town I was able to get a quick lifting session in at the gym, but Thursday and Friday? Forget about it. We can thank some questionable food on Wednesday night that led to some unfortunate stomach pains and minimal sleep the rest of the week. Sure makes focusing on meetings an interesting task.
Once back home Friday night, Clint and I opted for an evening in. We rented a movie, I ordered Jason’s Deli and the couch is where we remained for the evening. It was glorious.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling great and took off for a 4 mile run. The weather was beautiful, and for the ridiculous low amount of miles I’ve put in over the last few months, my pace was pretty impressive.
After my run I was feeling like something light for lunch so I hit up our newly renovated Hy-Vee deli. The sushi? Seriously, so good. They’ll even make it right there for you if you ask.
Kudos, HyVee. You’ve got this customer satisfaction thing figured out.
Clint looked at me like I was nuts when I suggested we eat sushi and have a beer in the backyard at lunch, but he totally dug it. See… I’m not so crazy, honey.
After lunch, Kyle stopped over. He was back in town for the weekend to see a buddy and so he came over to help Clint get Ruby running again.
You could darn near see Clint’s heart on his sleeve that afternoon.
He was beaming ear to ear that his little buddy was back in town.
While they tinkered with their toy, I baked some white chocolate oatmeal scotchies. They turned out super yummy, but they looked terrifying. Trust me. I don’t know what it is with me and cookies, but I am going to blame it on my oven for uneven cooking. Yeesh.
Picture? Not even going to happen on these suckers.
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Anyway, do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?
Yep, these creepers watched my every move while I baked.
Someone should tell them that to be a successful stalker, one must be incognito.
Saturday afternoon I had the itch to get out and ride, so I called up a few girlfriends and we hit the road.
Anchor Inn, Joe Banana’s, Doghouse Saloon and back to Anchor Inn.
It was a beautiful night for a ride with the gals.
Tracy, Me, Marcy, Elizabeth, Jen
Jen, Liz, Tracy
The BB’s
Eat your heart out.
…or rather, this is my “I forgot my clear glasses” look.
Fail.
I’d like to close this post with the cool things I did on Sunday, however, let’s just say my bathroom floor and I became frenemies thanks to either a bad case of food poisoning catching up with me or an early strand of the flu.
Oh well….
Friday and Saturday? You rocked.
Sunday – Forget you.
Cheers!
9th Annual Biker B!tch Ride
July 19th, 2014 marked the 9th Annual Biker B!tch Ride.
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It was a day full of adventure, uncontrollable laughter, new friends, old friends, cocktails and plenty of open road.
Curious on the history of the Biker Bitches? Find it here.
Our Day Started at Quaker Steak & Lube in Council Bluffs, IA where we convened for Bloody Mary’s, burgers, shirt exchanges and first-time greetings for a few of the gals. We all were so excited for the day that lay ahead of us.
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We hung out, chatted, soaked up the early sun and soon loaded up the bikes for our first leg of the trip.
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Destination:
Plattsmouth, Nebraska
DC’s Waterhole provided us with good service…
An Outdoor Patio where we met a newly turned 21 year old…
Plenty of time for girl talk, cocktails, laughter and selfies…
Elizabeth and Lora
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Me, Kristen and Suze
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Cheezin with Ashley and Kayla
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Jen & Marcy
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It’s a tradition to leave our mark at a bar each year. Signature Wall it was!
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A little over an hour at DC’s Waterhole and it was time to move on to Stop #2
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Destination:
Newhawka, Nebraska
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The Steel Horse is tucked away in a typical small rural town. A bar, post office and a few houses make up Newhawka.
Oh, and the flag pole placed in the middle of the only paved road that leads in and out of the community.
Newhawka had NO idea what to do with us.
We had a few drinks and the girls were adorable enough to toast yours truly for arranging the day.
Thanks, chicks.
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Tyree, Kristen and I
Lora & DeAnn
Pretty sure we made some ruckus on our way out of this town. 😉 It’s to be expected as the day moves on.
Just making our presence known is all.
Ahem….
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Destination:
Louisville, Nebraska
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The owner was in rare form that day, so getting drinks took time and patience. It’s ok, though.
We know how to entertain ourselves.
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I love Heron Bay for the outdoor seating along the river. It’s relaxing and peaceful.
…until we take over.
The peace went out the window with this rowdy crew.
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Busted: Liz is double fisting it.
And DeAnn!
Yet another reason why I love these crazy chicks.
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After about an hour at Heron Bay, and knowing we had two more stops ahead of us, we loaded up and headed out.
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Destination:
Waterloo, NE
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We lost a few gals due to other commitments, so even while our group got a little smaller… I can promise we got a little rowdier.
Iowa gals!
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Destination:
Street Dance
Bennington, NE
Technically, Bennington was our last stop for the B Ride.
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Heidi has the best laughs.
Oh, good. We can still take normal pics at the end of the day.
Most of the crew split ways at this point. We had a group from Iowa that wanted to get back before the sun went down. The rest of us moved along to listen to a band.
Destination:
Omaha, NE
We Sing
We Chair Dance
We Love
After Dr. Jack’s a few more of us went to Anchor Inn and closed out the night dancing, singing and laughing before calling it a rap at 2:30am.
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Another B Run in the books.
Another spectacular day with crazy ladies who I love dearly.
And can I say, holy photos? We took 229 that day. Clearly, ain’t nobody have time to look at all those. I spared you. And I spared some of the girls. Let’s just say, some of those photos are best kept private. 🙂
I say I am pretty darn lucky to know some kick-ass chicks.
Cheers to 2015 and the 10th Annual Ride.
….Look out. It’s gonna be crazy.
Women of Harley: Chris Y
Harleys & Heels | Biker Bitch Feature | Chris Y.
Meet: Chris
1. How long have you been riding?
45 years
2. What do you ride?
2003 Harley-Davidson Dyna Low Rider
3. How many bikes have you owned and why did you choose your current model?
3 bikes
4. Does your bike have a name?
No .. I think that’s silly.
5. Tell us the story behind why/when you decided to ride your own bike?
I was never a girlie girl like my older sister. Riding dirt bikes was far more appealing and began riding with my dad and brothers at a very young age. I always rode dirt had a 50, 70 and 125 Honda, then added on Yamaha, Bultacos and Benellis. I also rode a Yamaha 500 TT. That thing had a compression release that if you didn’t get the head in the right position to kick start it would throw you clean off. At the age of 16 I was legal to take the bike out on the streets, however, the first love always took me back to the dirt.
Fast forward several years after teaching and riding dirt with my son. It would take me too long to recover from riding and he was getting to be the age where being with your mom was not cool. So, I decided to get me a street bike and landed with a Harley. They said that once you sit on a certain bike you will feel it. So, off I went to kick some tires with one of my brothers at Dillon Harley-Davidson. I must have sat on almost every bike there. I felt the “aha” moment when I sat on my 2003 Dyna Low Rider. I said in an instant “I’ll take this one”. Lately I have been looking at Street Glides. Maybe next year?
6. Do you have a biker who is your inspiration?
My Dad and older brothers
7. What are some of you favorite things about the biker lifestyle?
- Biker always have your back.
- The looks. What? A girl riding her own bike?
- Freedom and empowerment
8. Give us one of your favorite two-wheeled stories.
1) I remember being the only girl in Council Bluffs, IA that rode her own bike and the guys would always want to ride. Of course, I always responded with “If you let me ride yours”. Their response?
“I don’t have one”
2) I have fond memories of riding dirt bikes down by the river with my dad and brothers when I was a kid. I remember trying for the first time to cross a 2X4 board that was across the stream, and I didn’t make it. Needless to say, I got the bike out but was muddy from head to toe. All you could see were the whites of my teeth and eyes.
I have many other stories, but those stand out the most to me.
Chris and her son when he first started riding at age 7. He is now 20.
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9. What advice would you give other females who are thinking about riding their own?
I say go for it. Do NOT wait for a man to take you riding. But don’t start riding for the wrong reasons. Believe me when I say that you can tell if a person (man or woman) is comfortable on a bike by the way they ride. Don’t let anyone stop you if its what you want. But don’t get cocky once you start riding. You may ride well, but don’t get over confident.
Remember: it’s not IF you go down, its WHEN.
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10. Final Words?
Ride and ride like you stole it. Don’t wait. Just do it. Before you know it you’re old and standing there saying “I should have or could have”.
Not this chick. I did it.
I love to see women riding. When I first starting riding as a kid, there were none. Now there are many. I call them my wind sistas.
Cheers!
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A Few Words From Jordan:
I have to take a moment to echo Chris’ words. The biggest piece of wisdom given to me when I first started riding a Harley years ago:
There are two types of bikers:
Those that have been down and those that are going down.
