11th Annual Biker B!tch Run | July 2016

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The 11th (E.L.E.V.E.N.T.H) annual Biker B!tch run happened July 2016. ¬† Can’t believe it’s been 11 years!

Also can’t believe it took me almost a year to get a post up about it.

Better late then never??

Ya, let’s roll with that, mkay? ūüôā

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The 11th goes down in the history books for probably the most unique B!tch run to date.  But, we came, we saw and we conquered.

…And Pep is still smiling that bright and shiny beautiful smile of hers.

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We had a few bonus girls with us manning the Jeep and it was GREAT to have them along.

 

The Jeep came in handy as you will find out in a few more scrolls down.

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The day started in Council Bluffs at a bar that has since closed down, but hey, we appreciated their hospitality while it lasted.  Their parking lot was prime real estate!

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Heidi’s bike on the other hand didn’t treat her so kindly. ¬† High-five to Tyree for saving her.

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After I did my best bossy-pants photo set-ups…

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It was time to rollllllllll…

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First stop: Twisted Tail in Beebeetown, IA; where the food was delicious, drinks were cold and the fan clubs were in full paparrazi mode.

These young girls above wanted pictures taken with them, so of COURSE we obliged.  And then the beautiful ladies below were next in line.

We were feeling famous for about a minute. ūüėČ

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Thanks to Jenn and her continuous drill seargent fitness instructor ways, she challenged Jessica to some weighted squats.

With her as the weight.

Damn, Jess. ¬† You’ve got great form…

… And a graceful fall.

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And before we knew it, it was time to roll on out again.

Want to see us in action?

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Dunlap, IA to Lampe’s Pub we went. ¬† And also where we hunkered down for the better part of the day.

Sadly, we had a bike that needed some medical attention. ¬†Flat tires and riding do NOT go hand in hand. ¬†Fortunately said flat didn’t happen until we were at a significantly reduced speed creeping into town. ¬† Hello road angels. Liz felt your presence, as did the rest of us. ‚̧

 

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Thank to a local Dunlap towny, we got Liz’s wheel off,

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drove it down to Woodbine, IA to see the Motorcycle Medic for some TLC

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Then back to Dunlap for the local patron to help us get the wheel back on.

Like I said… it was an adventure!

Thanks Dunlap man.

If we can remember your name, I’ll give you full on credit next time. ūüôā

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Meanwhile back at the bar during the bike medical assistance…

Things were getting a little wild.

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Work it, own it, strut it.

Rawr

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Weird… wonder how that dancing red dress emoji girl got on the bar.

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The girls sweet talked this young little bartender into taking his shirt off.

When I ordered a PBR, he didn’t know what it was.

Oh, Bless his cute little young heart.

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Rumor has it the Sheriff rolled through three times.  Apparantly our prolonged presence was making the town folk nervous.

Funniness aside – we thank our men and women in blue for all they do to keep us safe.

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And on that note with bike wounds healed and everyone accounted for and completely sober, it was time to roll.

Thanks, Lampe’s for the good times.

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On to Pop N Docs for a quick drink by the river.

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Tyree and her cowgirl hat hotness.

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And before we knew it, we were rolling on to the Cottonwood Marina in Blair, NE.

But not without the required lollipops first.

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Blair provided us with some dancing, mingling and some goodbyes as a few of us seperated ways as this was technically one of the last stops.

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And with that, our whirlwind of a day was over and the 11th annual was a wrap.

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I am truly thankful for all the strong, empowering, beautiful, full of LOVE females I know.

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What a beautiful ride it is.

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And what a beautiful ride it will continue to be.

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Cheers!

 

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Special Thanks:

Anytime Tees – Council Bluffs, IA

The Twisted Tail – Beebeetown, IA

Lampe’s Pub – Dunlap, IA

Motorcycle Medic– Woodbine, IA

Pop N Docs – Decatur, IA

Cottonwood Marina – Blair, NE

 

 

 

 

The Day Has Come!

It’s the day of the 10th Annual Biker B!tch ride.

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10 years is sometimes hard to believe.   I have loved every last second of these past years and can’t wait to add today’s journey to our book of memories.

I had a Facebook countdown throughout the week.

Let me recap:

Four Days

Four more days until the 10th Annual B!tch Ride. Ten years of planned rides with some of the coolest chicks you could ever know. Each year we’ve grown. Each year we’ve gotten a little sassier.

I am DARN lucky to have them a part of my two-wheeled life… and so much more!

Let the countdown begin…

4 days

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Three Days

The countdown continues… 2015 BB Run 

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Two Days

Friendships built over shenanigans; turning heads and causing a scene as we roll through every small town. It’s the only way.

Two days… 

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One Day

10 years. To me, this BB ride is more than just a ride. It’s part of me, who I am and my history. Sara and I started this 10 years ago… Just the two of us. We had built our friendship on two wheels. She was my saving grace in a time I was re-finding my path. Forming the “title” to our adventures was just something fun and silly. We had NO idea the impact it would make.

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Years of friendships built. Years of memories made. We’ve gained a few, lost a few but the one thing that remains constant is the sisterhood and camaraderie. It’s hard to explain the depth of my love for this little group that I lovingly and respectfully call the Biker B!tches.

Cheers to many more years of memories, new friends, old friends and stories that we will tell for years.

One day.

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Day Of

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And now it is time we leave our mark in all the little Southwest Iowa towns today.

To my girls:

A Biker’s Prayer
As I climb astride me ride
I ask you, God, be at my side
Keep me alert throughout the day
Guide me safely along the way
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Potholes, roos and twisty bits
Oil, gravel and dimwits
Lord, protect me from each one
Until my ride this day is done
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While the engine accelerates
Let us ride as friends, as mates
But when I stop in bush or town
Let me remember to put my foot down
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Remind me that my life is fleeting
That one day we will be meeting
Let Grace and Truth with me abide
Until I take my final ride
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By Dave Woodward
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CHEERS!

And… watch out Southwest Iowa.  You have NO idea what is coming for you.

10th Annual Ride, here we come!!!!  

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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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Anchor Inn, Joe Banana’s, Doghouse Saloon and back to Anchor Inn.

It was a beautiful night for a ride with the gals.

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Tracy, Me, Marcy, Elizabeth, Jen

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Jen, Liz, Tracy

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The BB’s

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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! 

Oh, You Ride a Motorcycle?

We’ve all been there.¬† We meet someone new and we attempt to start a conversation.¬† Often the conversation starters default to career choice or the weather.¬† Other times the topic might be connected to something more personal, like what the person is wearing or what they are driving.

And then you have the conversations revolving around the fact you ride a motorcycle.

While I  respect the attempt at striking up a conversation, there are just some things better left unsaid.

In the spirit of keeping this lighthearted, take my opinions with a grain of salt

and a shot of tequila.

Keep Talking

Top Annoying Questions to Ask A Biker

1. Can I Sit on It?

Checking out motorcycles is what we do.  Whether at the store, outside a restaurant, bike night or a rally; bikers walk around, look at others rides, dream, take mental notes, make wish-lists and maybe even snap a few pictures.  Guaranteed you will find someone making lovey-dovey looks at another persons bike.

That is where the admiration ends.¬† Don’t be that guy and ask:

“Can I sit on your bike?”

Maybe next time I get that question I should answer with —>¬† “Sure you can sit on it!¬† Can I have the keys to your car as well?¬† I’d love to get in it, maybe take a few selfies behind the wheel, turn the radio on, roll the windows down… you know”.

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2. Did You Ride Today?

Maybe a few coworkers know you ride.¬† Or, you’re at the grocery store and you have some Harley-Davidson gear on. ¬† Outside, it is noticeably miserable and not ideal riding weather. ¬†¬† Naturally, someone will ask

“Did you ride today”

…..as they chuckle and give you a little elbow nudge.

Yep, buddy.  Sure did!

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3. “YOU know how to ride THAT?”

Oh, no, no, no.¬† Don’t be silly!¬†¬† It has this cute little button that when I push it, the bike magically goes VROOM down the interstate in the direction I want it to go.

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4. A little too much power for a woman, don’t you think?

What does that even mean?

Please, let me introduce you to these lovely ladies, who, as a matter of fact ride their own machines.

Now, what was that question, again?

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5.¬† So You’re An Organ Donor.

I don’t know how many times I have heard “You know that doctors and nurses call bikers organ donors don’t you?”

Great!¬† But, please tell me how riding a motorcycle makes me any more of an organ donor then a runner, or a cyclist, or a person walking across a major intersection, or a person changing their tire on the side of the road?¬†¬† At any time freak accidents happen.¬† Aren’t we all essentially walking organ donors?

But, thanks for the heads-up on what other people say about us.  I was very concerned.

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6. Don’t Crash

Well shit… There goes my plan for the evening.

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And Lastly:

7. What About All the Bugs That Hit You?

They Die.

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Trying to find a way to strike up a conversation with a biker?  Perhaps, when did you start riding, might be a good place to start.

Or even better… Why do you ride?

We may stick around to tell you all about it!

 

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Your Turn!

Have any you’d add to the list?