13th Annual Biker B!tch Run | July 2018

January felt like it lasted 328 days, February maybe 10, and now March is showing signs that hell has literally frozen over.

Winter: Get Over Yo’self!

Summer 2018 was a scorcher so I believe now is a perfect opportunity to reminisce on those so humid I need to take a shower to dry off kinda days.

Enter in the 13th Annual Biker B!tch Run with these Babes.

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The run began in Council Bluffs, IA at the Hard Luck Saloon with the divvying of shirts and morning Bloody’s before heading off to the Aeroplane Inn.

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Kickstands up and off to Sportsman Bar in Pisgah, IA.

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Stop 1 & 2 are always the calm before the storm.   Stop 3 you can bet on it…

Shit gets weird.

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Some photos just can’t make it to cybersphere.  Sorry.  That saying “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”  We all know that’s not entirely true, but you can bet your bottom dollar that you don’t want to see what kind of situation that selfie stick found itself all up in.

Alllll up in.

She’s cute.  She ain’t innocent.

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I am not quite certain, but I believe a bet was involved here, along with the age requirement question.  Small towns, man.

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Children must also remain in their designated locations at all times.

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Photos, Photos, and More Photos.   The gang was snap happy.

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Let’s Roll! Up next: fuel for bikes and humans.  Pop N Docs, delivered.

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Heidi’s man happened to be out boating and made his way to the bar in time to buy us all a round of cocktails.  I can assure you, no one was upset about that.

Thanks, Shannon!

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Moving on: Tekamah, NE to Ronnie’s Bar, who we blew off a few years back due to tire issues and timing… so we thought we’d stop in and repay them… with nonsense, of course.

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And finally to a bar in the literal middle of NOWHERE, somewhere West of Blair, NE.  I don’t have a clue it’s name, but what I do know is:

  1. You have to cross a myriad of railroad tracks to get into town.
  2. The bar serves Chicken for every meal, every day.
  3. If you ask bar patrons nicely, they let you take their van for a spin.

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Shag carpet, a cooler of beer inside AND Free Candy, too!

We took the bait.

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With bellies sore from laughter, many cleared out and headed on home at this point, while a few others made our way to Waterloo, NE to the Dog House.  A tried and true, never fail ya, bar.

This bar brings out the feels… I guess?

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And how about this CUTE little kitty…

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who was having NONE of it.

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Now you know, this wasn’t the end.  Never is.   One more nightcap at another bar I fail to remember the name of.  It was also in the middle of kinda-nowhere, north of Omaha, off I-680.  Descriptive enough?

You’re welcome.

Poor Tyree.  All she wanted was a last man standing photo.

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Nailed it.

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Cheers to Year #13 with some of the BEST ladies I have ever come to know.  Two-Wheels create such unique and fulfilling friendships.

As for #14?  We will see.  #13 seemed like a good time to close it out.  Call it good.  End a GREAT run.  It became my baby and it meant a lot to a lot of people.  There are a lot of reasons for closing a great chapter, and many of those will remain inside that lil heart of mine.  But, not all sequels are bad either.

We shall see.  Until then…

 

 

Cheers!

June 2016 Wrap-Up

Final two weekends of June in review starring:

Harley’s, Beers, Best Buds and the Hubs.

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Two weekends ago I parked the Jeep on a Thursday night and didn’t get back in it until the following Monday morning.   I miss those days like summers past.  Teaching + Summers Off = no 4 wheels unless I had to.  Life now doesn’t give me that luxury anymore, so when I get the opportunity, I take full advantage!

Friday, June 17th

Jeans Day Friday’s is my favorite day of the work week.  These have only been implemented in the last year and when it did, my Harley and I sent a Thank You note to our President.

No, I am definitely not kidding.

This was big time, kids.  BIG TIME!

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An invite to Testicle Festival in South Bend, NE with a group of friends had us on the road for a fun little Friday.

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An evening of cold beers and fried testicles?  How could you say no to that?  😉  After a handful of hours, four of the five couples in attendance decided to ride down to Louisville to Heron Bay, my fave little bar on the river.  Unfortunately some bike issues had Tracey and I sidelined while we waited for the boys to work their magic a few miles back.   The neighborhood dogs didn’t much appreciate our presence, however, the neighbors were eager to help out a few damsels in distress.  Even offered a beer while we waited.  Thanks small town Nebraska.

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Soon after we were rolling on home to a sweet lightening show and a few sprinkles.  A most perfect and serene Friday night ride.  Some of the best!

Saturday, June 18th

Each year Tyree and I head out on a Thelma and Louise day, without the lunatic ending.  The last few years we’ve used it as a not-so-dry run to the annual B!tch run.  I like to test out my map, check the roads, notify the bar owners of the date and use that day as my chance to make any necessary adjustments, which works out perfect.  Our day began at 10am and we were off!

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Slightly overcast in the morning but after a few of these ridiculous shots of hell, recommended by a bar patron, we were nice and warmed up.

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Many miles, new friends and laughter later, our photos always turn into nonsense.

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Certainly nothing to do with these…

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Now the question is, were these our shots of schnapps and crown … or something more yummy and a new location?

We don’t shot and tell.

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A perfectly magnificent Thelma and Louise day and have the 11th Annual B!tch Run nailed down.  Check Check to another lovely June summer day.

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Sunday, June 19th – Father’s Day

Due to an unfortunate last minute Fathers Day plan cancellation courtesy of an illness,  I found myself flying solo Father’s Day morning.

Which was a-ok with me!

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I set out mid-morning for some solo riding, of which are most often my favorite rides.  I started riding 12 years ago and when I wasn’t on a poker run (which seemed to be every single weekend back in the day), I rode on my own during the weekdays.   I’d set out in a direction and go, just me and my Sporty.   I was in a deep transition period both physically and mentally while I was closing out my life in Clarinda and making the plans for a clean slate in Omaha.  It’s those solo rides that always put everything into perspective and truly helped define who I was.  I still love those solo rides and heading out on Father’s Day Sunday was like a breath of fresh air.  I rode all the backroads leading out of NE into IA for a few hours and then soon found myself in Clarinda, crashing Clint’s fathers day plans with his dad, Kyle and the rest of the fam bam.   Ok, so I didn’t crash it, I was always welcome, but I had planned to be elsewhere, so I like to say I crashed it. 🙂

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They had just gotten in from riding the horses around the acreage when I rolled in.   How cute is this pic of Clint and Kyle?   They are alike in so many ways.

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A few hours of shooting the shit, beers and dinner on the breezeway was a perfect ending to what started out as a botched Sunday.

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And then it was time to roll!

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For my two-wheeled riders, you know how much gravel sucks.   But, I’ll do it.  Just give me time.

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Tuesday, June 21st.

Justin Bieber – Lincoln, NE.

Brooke had some extra tickets.

Jessica asked, “wanna go?”

I said, “You bet!”

Belieber?  Nope.   Life experiences?  Yep.

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Bieber was a total douche on stage, lacked enthusiasm in the worst way imaginable, rarely interacted with the audience and was so self-righteous he paused to take at least 6 water breaks during the concert and made a complete spectacle of it by pausing all music, standing center stage, spotlight on him.

While he chugged a water bottle.

Really, Biebs?  REALLY?

Get over yo’self.

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Friday, June 24th 

Date night with my hubby and my first glance at his newest bulletin board!  Walkup Woods is coming along, folks!

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Saturday, June 25th

A day of riding through Southwest Iowa with Tina, dodging rain drops and rain clouds.

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A few hours spent with Troy, Sara and their two girls in the late afternoon before heading back to Omaha for dinner with Clint, his mom and Gaylen rounded out Saturday and as for Sunday, an early afternoon INSANITY class followed by some pool and sun time with Claire and Briton.  I might have gotten schooled on Shopkins too. 🙂

 

Basically,

Summer needs to NEVER end. 

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Cheers!

 

10 Year Harley-versary

This fall marked 10 years since I bought my first Harley-Davidson.

10 Years

Harley-Davidson has been in my blood since I was little.   The loyalty to Harley bloomed early on, thanks to my dad.

Live To Ride

Ride To Live

Those words signed every letter written between my dad and I.   Harley-Davidson was the only connecting piece for a period of time.

In some ways, it still is.

Harley’s; the lifestyle, the dream, the freedom.  It goes much deeper for me.  It isn’t about being a woman and “hearing me roar”.   It isn’t about making a statement.

Harley-Davidson is me.

Harley-Davidson is us.

I made a promise to myself that I would buy my first Harley as soon as I graduated with my Bachelors degree.   And I held to that promise.

October, 2004, my first beautiful blue baby came into my world.

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And my world forever changed.

In that first year of riding, I met some INCREDIBLE people.  Several of these folks remain a very large part of my life to this day, one even a best friend.  My Best Biker B!tch. ❤

I learned a lot about myself that first Harley year.   That open road… I’m telling ya.

It does magical things.

 

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I also learned that I looked like a dude with short hair and a do-rag.  Buying my first Harley also meant it was time to grow back out the hair.   No dude, here.

I kept my Sporty until 2008, when I traded her in for a bigger, meaner, faster bike.  Why?  Because my Sporty was becoming uncomfortable.   And, because my boyfriend, now husband, had bought a new Chopper and I was immensely jealous of the newness and the attention his bike got.  I wanted a head turner too, darnit.

Enter Harley #2: The Rocker C.

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She was a beauty.   She was fun to ride in the city.  And she got a lot of head turns with her “floating” back fender.  People were intrigued.  This was a new venture for Harley-Davidson.  It was a risk.   They were following the Chopper trend and attempted to make one of their own.

Just look at the big back tire.   Be still my heart.

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I loved riding that thing.  It was fun riding around the city.  It hugged the corners on the back roads.  It had some get-up-and-go.   People asked me a lot of questions.

And then we went to Sturgis.

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And Clint proposed.

This has nothing to do with the Rocker C itself, but, I can’t start a post about my love of Harley-Davidson and not include this incredibly precious and important moment in my life.

Clint and I bonded over bikes.  Our friendship began thanks to the two-wheeled lifestyle.  He and I never would have established a relationship, or even met for that matter, if it hadn’t been for two-wheels.   Remember when I said my love of Harley goes so much deeper?

Well, it just keeps getting deeper.

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Let’s go back to that Rocker now.    After Sturgis?

I HATED it.

Dude.   That ride sucked.  That seat sucked.  That suspension could take a hike.

I was SO OVER IT.

Sorry, baby #2, but you’ve gots-ta-go!

Time to make room for my beautiful, sexy, old-school Baby #3.

My Softail Deluxe.

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My Precious.

My love.

My Shining Star.

My Most Prized Possession.

The reason for my heart beat

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Ok, ya.  Too far.

But, you get the idea.   I am in love with Baby #3.  She and I are going to have a long relationship.

 

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I mean, she married me off, after-all.

I love my two-wheeled babies.  I love the life it has given me.  I love the people I’ve met.  I love everything that is Harley-Davidson.

It isn’t the brand to me.

It IS me.

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Cheers!

Women of Harley: Elizabeth S.

Harleys & Heels | Biker Bitch Feature #8 | Elizabeth S.

 

Meet: Liz

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1. How long have you been riding?

I have been a back rest for about 5 years, but riding my own for about a year and a half.

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2. What do you ride?

I have a Black 2006 FXSTSI Softail Springer

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3. How many bikes have you owned and why did you choose your current model?

This is my one and only, so far.  To be honest, it was actually a bike my boyfriend had always really liked and so when I saw this one, I honestly believe it helped persuade him that I should be riding my own.  I do really really really love this bike, though.  It had big ole’ 12 inch apes with about 3 inch chrome risers and it just looked so amazing!  I sat on it and it just felt like it was meant to be.

Like, this was the bike for me.

I have since done some upgrades and have many more ideas that I will eventually get to, but we all know that takes money!  My lil work in progress.  🙂

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4. Does your bike have a name?

Not yet… I am totally stumped on a name!   I think a name will jump out at me once I get all the upgrades completed.

 

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5. Tell us the story behind why/when you decided to ride your own bike?

My dad always had his motorcycle endorsement but he didn’t have a bike when us kids were growing up. Occasionally he would borrow a buddy’s bike and take us for a spin, but that was about it.

Later in life, I met my man, Andy, who had grown up riding motorcycles.  It was in his blood.

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Naturally, I started riding on the back of his Road King.  It was about 3 years ago that I decided I wanted to take the motorcycle training class through ABATE of Iowa.  I took it, passed it, loved it, but still didn’t have the bike.  I would dream and search endlessly for bikes online. About a year and a half ago I ran across my dream bike and emailed it to my boyfriend and said:

I think I’m in love!

He thought it was a pretty sweet ride as well, so I started checking into it and the rest is history!  I was SO excited the day we went out to pick her up!   It was a Friday and my boyfriend had just landed at Eppley Airfield after two weeks of business travel and he headed straight for Dillon Brothers Harley Davidson.   He took it for a test ride, looked it over thoroughly, I signed all the papers, we loaded it up in his truck and took her home!   Sadly, I had to work at the bar that night AND had a ton of stuff going on the day after, so it wasn’t until 2 days later that I was able to ride her for the first time.

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6. Do you have a biker who is your inspiration?

I don’t know that I have one particular person in mind, but I can name a few!  For starters, before I was riding my own, every woman rider that I would see got me thinking “I could do that”.

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Secondly, my new girls: the “Biker Bi!ches”.   Those gals are so freaking awesome and inspire me to get out, be me and ride! We are all such awesome chicks and so glad that I have met each and every one of them!

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And of course, my best friend and boyfriend Andy.  He knows so much about bikes and can tell you the exact year, make & model of a bike that is 300 yards away.  I just wish I knew half the stuff he does.  He has stood by my side and pushed me to get on my own bike.  I am so happy that he did!  We have made so many memories already and can’t wait to make many more!

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7. What are some of you favorite things about the biker lifestyle?

My favorite thing would be the camaraderie and the sense of friends/family that comes with it.  I have met some of the best people through riding motorcycles.  I think about 90% of my friends ride.   Riding creates an instant bond and no one cares about your social or financial status. The point is you ride and you like to ride. Everyone is so accepting of every walk of life and that makes for one heck of a party!

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8. Give us one of your favorite two-wheeled stories.

I’ll give a funny one.   Last year, after I got my bike, I was riding with my boyfriend and all of the sudden a giant bug went up my nose and down the back of my throat.  Nothing about going 70mph down the highway that involves bugs is a good experience. Trust me when I say, it was horrible.  I ended up slowing way down, trying to spit it out and trying not to throw up at the same time ALL while keeping the two wheels moving forward.  Meanwhile, my man had pulled over to the side of the road, so by the time I reached him, I looked mighty fine with watery eyes and slobber all over my cheek and shoulder. all thanks to trying to spit a bug out.   I got off my bike, regained my composure and then off we went again.

Oh, the life of a biker; those bugs never stand a chance, but they sure try!

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9. What advice would you give other females who are thinking about riding their own?

Just do it! If you have ever even thought about riding your own, then I highly suggest the ABATE of Iowa learning course. It teaches you so much and the teachers are great.  Just get out there, don’t be scared.

It is very empowering… not to mention bad ass.

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10. There are many “Biker Codes” out there. If you had a favorite what would it be?

I’m not really sure if this is a “biker code” but I absolutely love the saying;

“Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.”

I think it fits with us bikers. Yeah, we can be serious and get things done, take care of our families, hold down good jobs but we know that there is still so much more!  The experiences and the views are what we miss when we are so wrapped up in making a living. We have to be able to relax and for us, that’s riding!

We might not know where we are heading but we are out there enjoying the ride…

wherever it may take us!

 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND, LIZ!!!

 

 

Cheers!

Keep up-to-date on all Biker Bitch Features:

#1: Ashley H.

#2: Jen M.

#3: Chris Y.

#4: Lora J

#5: DeAnn P.

#6: Tyree S.

#7: Marcy L.

 

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Women of Harley: Ashley H.

Welcome to the FIRST of many Biker Bitch Features

I am beyond excited to introduce you to some of the most beautiful, confident, bad ass women I have the privilege of sharing the open road with.  I’m always intrigued to learn more about why fellow females choose to ride two-wheels..  Years ago you didn’t see women riding their own bike as often as you do now.   Why is that?  What shifted?  And what are the stories?   I love asking questions and learning more from the females that I meet out on the road.  I figure it’s high time I start sharing their stories with you as well.

 

So, without further ado – I introduce you to our very FIRST Female Feature.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen…

Meet Ashley H.

 

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1. How long have you been riding?   11 years

2. What do you ride?   2002 Harley Davidson Sportster 1200

 

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3. Does your bike have a name?   Bitch – because she’s cold blooded

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4. How many bikes have you owned and why did you choose your current model?

I have had 2 bikes. I have my current bike because it was what my Dad had when he got back into riding and then the bike my mom learned to ride on and rode for a couple years and then they gave me the chance to buy it.  The Bitch actually joined our family the day of my Junior Prom so of course I had to sit on her and ended up getting my dress all dirty!

 

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From the Left: Ashley’s sister Cathy, mom Connie and Ashley

 

5. Tell us the story behind why/when you decided to ride your own bike?  My family got me into riding. I used to ride behind my Dad and my Uncles and one day decided I wanted to try it out. Ended up with 5 guys chasing me down the driveway toward the ditch, but I didn’t let that scare me!

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6. Do you have a biker who is your inspiration?  My Dad, he is an awesome person and has taught me so much over the years. He’s one of my favorite people to ride with and even though we don’t get to do it very often, it is definitely one of my favorite Daddy/Daughter activities.  Also, before I even learned to ride, my Dad and I built a Rail Buggy together that was street legal so I could get the idea of shifting before really trying to learn to ride. He’s a pretty amazing guy!

Can I have two? My Mom is also one of my inspirations, she has always been there for me and we actually took our riders test together and got our actual motorcycle licenses at the same time!  How cool is that?  I can’t express how much these two people mean to me!

 

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Ashley and her Dad, Buddy

7. What are some of you favorite things about the biker lifestyle?   I love that the biker lifestyle is like a family! They base everything on respect and with most bikers, you know where you stand.

 

 

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Ashley and I – cheesin’

8. Give us one of your favorite two-wheeled stories. If I have to pick just one, I would say the wiener dog biker games.  There were a couple of guys that kept going through the game and decided that my sister and I should do it as well. She got on the back of my bike to be the wiener biter and we completely dumped it in front of everyone. I had a nice bruise on my back from her boot but as we were laying there laughing my buddy and brother-in-law were picking up my bike for us. I so wish someone would have gotten a picture of us laughing on the ground that day!

 

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Ashley competing in the slow ride with her bro-in-law

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9. What advice would you give other females who are thinking about riding their own?   Do it! It’s so much better than being stuck on the back of the bike!

 

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Ashley and her sister

10. There are many “Biker Codes” out there. If you had a favorite what would it be?

Respect

 

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2014 Biker Bitch Crew

 

11. Final words?  Get on your bike and ride!

 

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