March 4, 2019

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.

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.

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

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

Shit gets weird.

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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.

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:

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

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

We took the bait.

#sorrymom

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?

#deepthoughtsbylizandjordy

#trueluv

And how about this CUTE little kitty…

who was having NONE of it.

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.

Nailed it.

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!

July 27, 2017

12th Annual Biker B!tch Run | 2017

The 12th Annual Biker B!tch Run rolled in hot.

And rolled out even hotter.

Literally.

It was 9 million degrees that day. But who ever let a little sun and heat index of stay-inside-and-hydrate stop them?

Clearly, not us.

The Beginning – Sugars in Council Bluffs, IA

Sugars provided us with our morning cocktail blends of bloody mary’s, screwdrivers and red-bull vodkas. Logical drinks of choice for the 10:30 brunch hour, right? And can we take a moment to appreciate this pretty BA sign that Candy and Marcy got for me??? This girl has some pretty incredible and oh-so thoughtful friends (even if I had to be reminded WHO actually went in on this bad boy. Early on-set of Alzeimers, friends. It’s real. And I was just so excited for the day!) Thanks again Candy! ❤

After cocktail hour, hugs, hellos and good-to-see-ya again’s… it was time to make that day our b!tch.

Stop 1 – Tailgators Bar and Grill in Oakland, IA

A smorgasbord of lunch, ice cold beers and temperature regulation, Tailgators served us well. And leave it to these naughties to find an opportunity in the dumpster.

Because where else, right?

Finding fun in every moment is what these chicks excel at.

I dig.

Stop 2: Cruisers in Griswold, IA

I believe we have Cruisers to thank for the kick of feel-good-endorphins.

It’s a strong possibility those endorphins were brought to you courtesy of little cups of jello thanks to that wild child, Elise. A little jiggly bucket of magic dust is what we will call it.

And it’s our civic duty to follow clear directions and common law…

So we made sure to oblige.

Cruisers also provided us with a long stretch of street where we could actually set up and snag a few photos while melting under the fiery glare of the sun.

Oh, but honey…

Griswold never looked so good.

Let’s not forget our fun little crew taking space in the fun bus.

I have Hunter to thank for many of the group photos from the road. I gave her my camera and said “have fun”.

Anyway, let’s roll on, shall we?

Tyree always serves as my right-hand woman. On the road and in life. ❤

Stop 3: The Rainbow in Red Oak, IA

There is always one community that doesn’t know what to do or how to handle us when we come rolling in. This year was definitely Red Oak. Upon entering the town we came up on a sheriff. Said sheriff pulled into the center turning lane and sat there while each and every one of us rolled on by, following the trusty 25mph speed limit and providing smiles, winks and a few head nods.

I am certain he was just enjoying the view…

Wouldn’t you?

The Rainbow provided us with some eats and treats before it was time to leave the fine diners of the Rainbow Cafe to themselves again.

Ya, I see you Cyndi.

Liz was being a badass a few weeks prior and broke her ankle so instead of two-wheels, she got four, courtesy of this little scooter. And what kinda mode of transportation would it be without a license plate?

Y’all. This is my aunt Marla. My dad’s sista. I have this B!tch run to thank for getting us connected again. It’s been so fun having her along for the ride. Fun fact: she trailored down my dad’s old bike so I could use it in senior pics back in 1999. Fun new fact: she fed me pizza when I was a toddler and got scolded. This new fact is brought to you courtesy of Jessica’s conversation starters in the fun bus.

Let’s ROLL!

Stop 4: Jaime’s Tavern on Main in Essex, IA

Oh, friends. FRIENDS!

You don’t even know…

Let me elaborate via visual effect.

Our smart mouthed but huge heart friend Jenn couldn’t make the run due to work (we were also down a few others due to a trip to MX, a float trip, work and family time) BUT, Jenn busted her butt to get to Essex to have a drink and see us off to the next stop.

And it’s always about this time where I become huggy. I believe we can thank those little buckets of magic from earlier.

Or maybe these baby beers. Seriously. Have you HAD THESE YET?

You are missing out. Don’t miss out.

Don’t be that guy.

Alright, Alright. Let’s move along while we still can.

Stop 5: The Hangout in Malvern, IA

It’s always about this time where folks start tearing off to head home for dinner with their s.o.’s or various other reasons. It took me a minute to get used to that as the OG days we stayed together until alllllllll hours of the night. But, a larger group now-a-days equals a wider range of home locations and miles in between plus family obligations, so I have embraced it as the new standard and can totally dig it. It’s us. It’s the new way.

And this last official bar always brings the onslaught of photo opps, as for many of these girls, this B!tch ride might be the only time each year that they ride together, which makes the moments and memories even more special.

A little fact about the below pic. Cyndi (left) rode in from Cedar Rapids! I met Cyndi during the summer of 2007 at the Conesville Motorcycle Rally (R.I.P to the #2 ranked most epic of rallies… click here and here for the #1 ranked) so to have her join up this year on her own ride was pretty friggin’ sa-weet!

And Ashley (right) was a Jeeper during the 11th annual and decided then and there that she was going to be on her own two-wheels for the 12th annual.

A woman of her word. My kinda peep.

Tyree- does this make her MY friend now too?

Is the photo fuzzy, or have you just been drinking?

The official stops may be over, but the unofficial stops were just beginning!

Peace out Malvern!

Unofficial Stop 6: The Backroom Lounge in Lake Ohana/Glenwood, IA

We didn’t stick around here long. Just enough for Tyree to join some kids in a bounce house, eat some grub, laugh at something on a phone that I am sure wasn’t funny, pass out the lollipops.

GANG, I am SORRY (not sorry cuz more for me) I forgot these earlier in the day… fail.

OFFICIAL stop 7: Cara’s SURPRISE 30th BIRTHDAY PARTY!

We cruised into her nice quiet neighborhood, frightened her husband, rolled back the throttles because no birthday is complete without the sound of motorcycles hitting their rev limiters and surprised the hell outta this girl.

We done?

duh.

Some fuel and then I took up whip while Liz led us out to The Mile Away where you should also go for the chairs alone.

Strong possibility they’ll put you right to sleep too!

Soon after the Mile Away we made our way to Crescent for some grub and good tunes and a final end to the night brought to you courtesy of Kimi’s famous split. It wouldn’t be a B!tch run without it. BUT, I shall spare her the pic. There may be some shirt slippage in there and that’s just reserved for us. 😉

Year 12 brought the fun. It brought the renewed spirit. It brought new friendships and reunited old. It brought a sense of complete camaraderie and sisterhood that makes the B!tch run what it is and what it was built from. Friendships united on trust, love, honesty, loyalty, a lil booze, wind and complete and total nonsense.

And 100% fun.

CHEERS!

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Special Thanks to:

Courtyard Ink

And all the bars visited, linked above.

June 20, 2017

11th Annual Biker B!tch Run | July 2016

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? 🙂

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.

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.

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!

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

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

It was time to rollllllllll…

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. 😉

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.

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

Want to see us in action?

↓ Click on the photo below ↓

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. ❤

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

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

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. 🙂

Meanwhile back at the bar during the bike medical assistance…

Things were getting a little wild.

Work it, own it, strut it.

Rawr

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Tyree and her cowgirl hat hotness.

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

But not without the required lollipops first.

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.

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

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

What a beautiful ride it is.

And what a beautiful ride it will continue to be.

❤

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

September 9, 2015

10th Annual B!tch Run | July 25th, 2015

↓ Girls, Girls, Girls

What a day …

with all these girls

❤

And to think that it all started from these two minds.

🙂

So, how on earth do I even begin wrapping up an entire days worth of photos into one post? This is the main reason why it has taken me darn near two months to even start this entry. Do I make multiple posts? Do I make one giant one? And what photos of the over 450 do I share with you fine people?

You feeling my dilemma here?

And so, it was decided. This giant, noteworthy, epic day is going to be wrapped up into one GIANT, beautiful, powerful, kick-ass post featuring some equally beautiful, powerful, kick-ass women.

Here we go…

The Hard Luck Saloon | Council Bluffs, IA

The Hard Luck served as our meetup point. The start of Bloody Mary’s, shirt exchanges and pre-run group photos. Because rain, of course.

11:45am | Kickstands up. Time to start the day.

Nothing hotter than THAT view right there.

Hey ladies. ❤

The Wild’s | Bartlett, IA

Where the drinks were cold, conversations started flowing, people loosened up and epic gift giving was had.

Now, why on earth they wanted to pick up my ass is beyond me. I think Jenn just wanted to get a little frisky.

But it served as the perfect opportunity for the girls to give me the most thoughtful, hilarious, absolutely PERFECT gift of all time. Sneaky little sisters, I tell ya!

I’m just going to allow the photos to do the talking from here on out.

Brace yourselves for this awesomeness.

Oh, NO you DIDN’T!

Oh, YES you DID!

B!tches Betta Recognize!

The Story. Around the 4th of July I found a photo of this jacket on the good ol’ Internet and posted it on my Harleys & Heels page reminiscing about my Junior High years when I actually DID have this exact jacket. Fringe and all. Who knew that a few of these girls (I believe Tracy was the mastermind in getting this all going – LOVE you, doll) would pull off searching, finding, buying and organizing a group card.

Best, sistas, EVER.

And with that… we moved on.

❤

The Riverside Inn | Riverton, IA

Kayla, Sara and Jess were the Jeep crew.

Fortunately, soon after this photo, they were able to take the Freedom Panels out! It wouldn’t be a B run without a little rain! 🙂

Cocktails…

Selfies

And more…

Riverton was a short and sweet stop. Enough for a couple cocktails and a little ruckus before leaving this quaint little town. What kind of ruckus you ask? Click here.

On to Shenandoah, IA where we caused a mild curiosity amongst the local PD. I think we counted three drive-by’s? I promise, we were on our best behavior.

All those women on two wheels?

Ya, I’d do a few drive-by’s myself!

❤