Hawk Fans at a Husker Game & A Hail of a Good Time

Continuing the August 29th weekend recap.  If you are just tuning in, the first part can be found here.

Saturday morning, Clint and I found ourselves headed to a Nebraska Football Game.

The Huskers

We are Hawk fans in this house.  Well, Clint’s a Hawk fan.  I am more of a Hawk supporter.  I don’t follow the athletic teams religiously and won’t pretend to be a die hard fan.  I am not.  But, I support the black and yellow.   I have to!  Iowa is my home.  My heart.

So, what on EARTH are we doing at a Husker game?

 

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One of Clint’s clients who has season tickets with club seating made different seating plans for this particular game, so he offered them up to us.   Score!

I’ll admit, I was feeling a little squeamish from the previous nights activities, so we were a couple hours behind our original tailgating schedule.

Eh.  Whatevs.   We rolled with it.

 

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We met up with our two friends Jade and Van who were able to get us tailgating wristbands.  We had a straight shot of the stadium from where we were, and fortunately for us, that giant miller light bottle helped us find our way through the sea of red.

 

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Let me tell ya… the energy was unreal.  The support for the Huskers was very evident.

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As we made our way into the stadium, we were led to a never ending escalator that wound up at least 5 floors.   I wish I had taken a photo of this thing!  Our seats were actually just outside an air conditioned building complete with multiple concession stands, couches and lounging chairs.  What is this?!

An experience, that’s for sure!

 

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I loved watching the pre-game show put on by the Husker Band.  Such massive numbers and powerful sounds.  They were superb!  The Cheerleaders and Dancers were fantastic as well!

Question though – are there not male cheerleaders in Husker land?  I was looking for some sweet collegiate stunting.   None.  Lame.

 

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Student section anyone?!

 

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I also thought it was pretty cool that the band had each of the opponent team flags on display as well.

 

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 Balloon release after the first touchdown

 

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 Waiting for the halftime show to begin!

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Clint and I took off for the Champion’s Club during the 3rd quarter to meet up with the client who so graciously gave us his tickets.

 

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This place was PACKED for obvious reasons we call beer.

Unfortunately, we were unable to track down Clint’s client, so we bid farewell to the Husker world (not before we said hello to my old High School classmate who patrols the Husker games) and headed to a nearby bar to finish out the night over some beers with Jade and Van.

All in all – the game was a GREAT experience and I am so glad we went.  It was entertaining, the beer was cold, people were in good spirits and the weather was perfect for a game of football.

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Sunday

Rain.    Man, it’s been raining like MAD in Nebraska lately.   Two of my morning jogs last week got axed thanks to the AM downpours.  It came as no surprise that Sunday’s forecast was intermittent rain with some pretty serious storms later in the evening.

Plans?  Soldier Motorcycle Rally.

Derailed plans?  Oh, no.

Just a little bit of a late start is all… and an attempt at a family selfie while we waited for Round 1 of the storms to roll through.

 

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Champ didn’t quite get it, so Clint just resorted to squeezing his face.

Once the rain went through the city, we hopped on the bikes and started our trek North.  First stop: Missouri Valley where we ran into a few people we knew from the Red Oak, IA area, who were also out riding.  It was nice to catch up with them a bit.

After a few beverages we headed back out with the destination of Soldier, IA.  Each Labor Day, Soldier does a big weekend celebration complete with bands, vendors, lots of beer and good BBQ.   We rolled into Soldier around 4, had a bite to eat, browsed the vendor tents and then took off east to Dunlap, IA to meet up with a few peeps we knew on the poker run.

Did you know that breathalyzers existed in bars?

Yep.   We found one.

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Liz tried it out.  I am not so certain it holds much credibility, so you might be best to have a DD.  I don’t think the cops would go for the excuse

“But occifer.. the bar breathing thingy told me I was ssssooobber.”

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Soon after arriving in Dunlap we decided to take off to Moorhead, IA.  And THAT is when the big storms decided to roll in.

In a BIG way. 

Torrential down pour, cold wind and then HAIL.   If you ride, you know that rain alone hurts like a motha.  Add in hail?  FORGET about it.   We pulled over in a random farmhouse driveway and waited out the heavy rain.

Fun Fact: Several of us have bruises from the hail.  Mine are minimal.  I have one on my leg and a tiny one on my wrist.  Liz’s husband on the other hand got a sweet shiner from it!

Once the rain passed we made our way to Moorhead.  Unfortunately, we came up on a motorcycle accident, however the gal is going to be just fine.  A gash on the head and some worked up nerves.   We had a nurse and a first responder in our crew, so they tended to her until the ambulance arrived.

Wet roads and back brakes don’t go together.  Keep that in mind, folks.

After the emergency crew arrived we made our way downtown to the local bar when another round of rain came in.

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Sad face.  MORE RAIN?  We are already drowned rats!

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This rain chose to stay.  For HOURS.

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I can think of worse places to be stuck at, so we made the most of it, had a lot of laughs and enjoyed each others company.

Shivering and all.

For the next 3.5 hours.

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Finally, 10:30 rolled around and we were able to move on.   The crew went to Soldier where they were camping (in a camper thankfully.  I hear most tents were indoor swimming pools at that point) while Clint and I headed for Omaha.

The ride home was a whole other adventure.   Let’s just say Clint and I made a few wrong turns and detours getting home.

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Like… road closed, bridge out, detour through a park, another detour on gravel roads (I won’t tell you who had THAT brainiac idea… ahem… husband), gravel roads that landed us back where we started, and then back to a main highway and then finally to the interstate.

It took us a little bit, needless to say.   But, safe and sound we arrived home shortly after 12:30am.

And THAT wraps up the weekend activities and moves us right in to a four day work week!  By the time you read this I will be out on business in central Iowa for three days.   Traveling season has officially begun.

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 Cheers!

The Making of the Biker B!tch Crew

Allow me to introduce you to some of the coolest chicks you will ever meet.

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Some of these girls I have known for years while others only for a short time, but what I can tell you about this particular group is that we share a unique and special bond that only female bikers can truly understand.

Let me take you through the making of this pretty fantastic group.

Background

Fall 2004 I bought my first Harley.

Summer 2005 I started riding with a crew I had only met a couple of times (including my now bestie, Sara).  They welcomed me with open arms, and I am eternally thankful for that being a new rider at the time.  Sara and I quickly became close friends.   She is one sassy lady with the kindest, most caring heart.  Sara and I have been by each others side through some pretty major life events and I am forever thankful for her friendship.  She is my #1 BBB.   (Best Biker B!tch, for those that may be confused) 🙂

Summer of 2006 Sara and I officially formed the Biker B!tch Crew…. or Duo I guess we should have called it at the time.

Even with just the two of us, we knew we were on to something pretty great. 🙂

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Holy Old School  Some of these older year pics have made me laugh-out-loud tonight.

Each year we started to recruit a few more girls to our Crew.

There is something pretty darn awesome about being a woman in control of your own bike.

Empowering

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Sara’s sister, Liz, joined us next.  Liz cracks me up with her sense of humor and say it like it is personality.   You know where you stand with these two sisters and I love that about the both of them.  Good people.  Good hearts.

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Then came Tammy; Sara and Liz’s step-sister.  Tammy actually bought my Harley-Davidson Sportster which was fun for me to see it passed on to another kick ass chick!  Loads of fun the four of us gals had that summer, let me tell you.

Soon after Tammy joined us, my friend Heidi came aboard.  Heidi and I met in 2006 when we both started working for the same company.  We bonded and survived that nightmare of a job, quickly became great friends and a few years later I had the privilege of helping her search for her first Harley.

And, this is where the years get a little blurry and I have no photos.

Sad affair, but we won’t dwell.  The best is yet to come!

Fast forward to 2010.

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The photos above were taken at Heron Bay in Louisville, NE.  Fun little dive bar on the river.  Highly recommend for a summer pit stop.  Don’t expect fanciness.  It is definitely a dive.

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Bottoms Up, Ladies!

2011 Biker Bitch Ride we added my girl, Tyree.  Tyree and I met when I moved to Omaha in 2006 and she’s become one of my closest friends and confidants.   We have some pretty wild things in common that helped us bond in just a few short weeks.  Tyree didn’t have a Harley when I first met her, but she invested a few years after.  I also had the privilege of joining Tyree while she made her first Harley purchase!  So much fun.

I can’t help feeling like a proud momma when my friends purchase new bikes!

In true Bitch Ride fashion, it rained the day of our 2011 ride.  It always seems to rain on us, but usually passes through pretty quickly.

NOT. THAT. YEAR.

Seriously….

We were poured on.  But, we didn’t let it damper our spirits.  Nor were we going to be called fair weather riders, so off we went!

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Me, Tyree, Liz, Heidi and Sara

Shiddle-E Dee – Clarinda, IA

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ImageEssex, IA.  We started a tradition of chalking the tables in 2011.  😉

2012 we added CB, Lara and Kayla to our crew.

CB is an old friend/step-mother figure of Sara and Liz and is such a caring and kind woman.

Kayla is one of my very best friends since our High School Days.  She and I were often up to no good, but we have some of the best memories together and I am forever thankful that we have remained besties in our adult years.  The shenanigans just don’t stop, especially since her husband and mine are inseparable.  They honestly should just move in together and Kayla and I could just pay them a visit every now and then. 🙂

Lara is one of Kayla’s close friends and is an absolute ball of fun.  I love this woman’s humor, compassion and zest for life.

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The day of our 2012 Ride a few of the gals were just meeting each other for the first time.  I was the only one that knew all of them, a couple of the others knew all but maybe one or two and then there were a couple other gals that didn’t know but only one.   By an hour or two into the day it was as if we had known each other for years.

This is the kind of friendship that can’t be explained.  I can say it until I am blue in the face, but there really is something about bonding over two wheels.  We share the danger, the excitement, the adrenaline and the enhanced sense of caution.  We look out for one another, we never leave someone behind, we encourage, poke fun and genuinely care for each other.

But don’t let all that fool ya…. We are often up to no good. 🙂

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ImageBottom Right – Clockwise – Kayla, Me, CB, Sara, Lara, Heidi, Liz and Tyree

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No shame in saying it how it is…. 😉

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For the record, it did rain that day.  Why would you think any different?

2013- 8th Annual B!tch Ride

Our largest group yet!  We added three new ones this year!

Regeana- Tyree and I met her at the Holstein’s 2013 All Women’s Run about a month prior to the Bitch Run.   She showed up to the run by herself in hopes of meeting a few other ladies to ride with.   We started chatting her up at the first bar stop and we have shared the open road with her ever since.  Regeana has two kids and a husband overseas.  She is a rockstar of a woman.

Ashley – a friend of my husband’s who I reached out to and invited her on the B!tch Run spur of the moment.   Remember that talk about building fast friendships on 2 wheels?  Ashley didn’t know a single one of us until this day.  I was even just meeting her for the first time!  So glad she stepped out of her comfort zone and joined us.  She is an absolute sweetheart and we all loved her from the get-go.

And Katina, didn’t know anyone but me (she grew up with my husband), but the gals literally took her under their wings within minutes.  Katina is such a quiet, sweet soul with a sneaky side to her (um, she just up and moved to Colorado for goodness sakes).   Thankful Katina was able to join our rowdy bunch and didn’t run away thinking we were all too crazy.

I am blessed to know such strong, kick ass, beautiful, fun loving women that I can call dear friends.

ImageHeidi, Regeana, Me, Kayla, Sara, Katina, Tyree, Liz, Ashley, Lara

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Our first stop on the 8th Annual B!tch Ride landed us in Macedonia, IA for lunch.  Our second stop (above) landed us in Griswold.  And this is where we remained for longer than anticipated due to…… you’ve got it…

Rain.

That’s ok though.  We had more then enough fun while stranded.

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Can we say, FAIL?

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Stop 3- Red Oak, IA

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Stop 4 and 5 – Essex, IA (chalk table) and Imogene, IA for none other then Little Beer Shots.

So. Good.

       So. Lethal.

                You’ve been warned.

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Case In Point – You may end up in a kiddie pool….

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And that my friends, is the History of the Biker B!tch Crew.

Awesome Girlfriends, Crazy Shenanigans, Lots of Laughs, Forever Memories.

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Click on the below links to see what we've been up to!

9th Annual Biker B!tch Run | 2014

10th Annual Biker B!tch Run | 2015

11th Annual Biker B!tch Run | 2016

Beating the Soon-to-Be Winter Blues

Winter is getting ready to show her ugly face here in Nebraska soon.

As in tomorrow, soon. BLAH!!!

Knowing my window of opportunity to ride was quickly closing, I text my girl Tyree yesterday at 3pm and we were on our bikes and in the wind by exactly 4:45pm.

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Impromptu ride…. And soooo worth it. Totally needed that open crisp air in my face. We rode for a while and then made a pit stop at The Rusty Nail for some dinner and a cocktail.

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I chose a mushroom Swiss burger and Tyree had the burrito plate. Warm, delicious and filling. Vodka and sugar free redbull also made its way onto our tabs. Wonder how that happened…

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Perfect little evening if you ask me.

This AM I woke up and whipped up an oatmeal pancake. First time making something like this and I was pretty pleased with how it turned out. I think I will continue to tweak ingredients as I go, but for the first one, I was impressed.

Oatmeal Pancake

1/2 cup oats
1/3 cup egg whites
2 Tbsp. PB2
1 Tbsp. Plain Greek yogurt
1 packet of Stevia

Mix, spread on heated griddle, lightly brown each side, soak in syrup, enjoy!

This recipe was 264 calories, 35 grams carbohydrates, 24 grams protein.

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I have a full day at work today. Hello meetings!!

After work I teach TurboKick at the Y from 4:30-5:15 and then it’s off to In This Moment concert at Sokol with my girl, Tyree!!

Eek!!!

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Have a Great Day, all!!

Our Harley Davidson Wedding: Part 2

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Our wedding took place at Westfair Amphitheater.  This was venue number 2 that was secured less then 3 months prior to our wedding, thanks to our original venue drowning from the crazy Missouri River Flooding.  Talk about last minute stress, but it all worked out.

Clint and I chose to walk each other down the aisle as opposed to me meeting him at the front.   Our lives were already operating as one unit, we had committed to each other long before our wedding date, and it just seemed appropriate to walk down the aisle together.

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My younger brother, Gabriel, played guitar for us. We chose the song Beautiful Day by U2 as we all walked down the aisle.  He did such a great job!

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The Happy Hubby and Wife!!

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Kyle is officially my step-son!  Handsome kid.

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Our Beautiful Families

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Clint had my ring custom made.  All his idea to do a bar and shield.

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In lieu of a traditional guestbook.

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And how amazing are these cookies?  One of my besties mom made them for me.  She makes the BEST sugar cookies I have ever had.  Ever.  Think Loft House Sugar Cookies, but better.  Her cookies were the one requirement I had for food.

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People ate, drank, socialized and as the sun set, our band set up to start the real party.

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We hired Lemon Fresh Day and they rocked the reception from start to end.  We partied until well after midnight, others even longer.  I heard some pretty entertaining stories about hotel pool after-hour shenanigans.  🙂

Beer, rock’n’roll, friends, family and a happy couple.  Wedding Day Success.

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The Rally Storm

Picking up from yesterday… The Rally Storm.

It never fails.  No matter where we go on vacation, if we are on the bikes, a storm finds us.

On Friday morning of our trip, we decided to rack up a few miles and explore some back roads.  Normally, when HOH decides to go for a cruise, we all go along, but this time my husband chose to stay back at the campground.  He had a rough week leading up to our vacation due to his brother being admitted to the hospital.  His nerves were fried and his body was tired which led to his decision to stick around camp to catch up on some much needed zzz’s.

So, I kissed him goodbye and our group of 14 took off south down highway 83 to Kenosha, WI to visit Uke’s Harley Davidson.

 

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It was H.O.T that day and Highway 83 was a line-up of one small town after another.  Not exactly what you want on a 90+ degree day.  When we finally made it to Uke’s Harley Davidson, we hydrated, shopped and stepped outside just in time for Bubba Blackwell! SCORE!  Totally not planned.

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Photo courtesy of Mona Armstrong

He was CRAZY!  Riding wheelies using a full dresser, jumping semis, crazy burnouts!  This guy was entertaining!  His last stunt was to jump over a group of willing ladies.  One of my best friends, Tyree, didn’t hesitate one second.  Love that girl.  She is always up for going out there, getting crazy and having a blast.  Another gal from our group joined in on the fun as well.

That is Tyree sitting up.  Bubba Blackwell jumped a motorcycle over all of these girls.  Are they nuts or what?

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After Bubba’s show, we got back on the bikes and started our journey back to camp.  We hit a different road going back and were able to see some beautiful countryside.  Came up on a train crossing mid-way, so of course a perfect photo opportunity!

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Lucky for us, one of our guys had his radio tuned into a local station, otherwise we would have missed the nasty storm memo.  We found a small town with a yummy BBQ joint, parked our bikes in the parking garage, and snuggled in while we waited out the storm.  The name of the community and BBQ place escapes me, so if you readers recognize the place, let me know so I can give props.  The owner was more then welcoming to us and even started happy hour specials early since we were going to be camped out there for several hours.  She rocked.

Watching the Storm Roll In...

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What else is there to do but take a selfie?

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Rain + Hail = Boots off cuz we aren’t leaving for a while

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I called my hubby at one point and could barely hear him over the rain and wind.  At that moment he was in our tent, under the air mattress, holding it all in place.   Oh boy.  Once the storm passed, we loaded up and finished the last leg of our ride.

What we came home to was 4 tents with indoor swimming pools and 1 we had to condemn.

The tent that didn’t make it

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While we were making our way back, my husband retrieved and hung up everyone’s wet gear on the fence line.

Seriously… I found a good one. 

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Is Kayla not the cutest homeless person you have ever seen?

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One trip to the store and laundry-mat later, our essentials were dry, the night had fallen, and it was once again time for drinks and shenanigans.

Nothing stops us.

Cheesin

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Shenanigans

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Your turn!

Have you ever been hit by a storm while tent camping?  Did your tent survive?