Tag Archives: ride
Fender Fluff Files- Part One
You’ve all seen us on the highway in front of you, dressed in black leather, holding tight to our husband or boyfriend, pressed up against our backrests, long hair streaming out the back of our helmets. It might seem like … Continue reading
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Hot Tamales, Cool Ride
One of the great things about a HOG ride is that although you know your final destination, but you can never be sure how you’ll get there. It was our second time riding out to the Tamale Festival in … Continue reading
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Tagged Harley Owners Group, Harley-Davidson, HOGs, motorcycle, ride
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Lemon Bars at Dante’s Peak
As I savored the sweet tanginess of my lemon bar, I looked over the edge of Dante’s Peak into the vast expanse of Death Valley. I shivered in the icy wind, despite the sun beating down on us. The Inland … Continue reading
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Tagged Harley, Harley Owners Group, Harley-Davidson, HOGs, motorcycle, ride
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The Frozen Ride
“You’d better wear your thermals,” my husband warned as he came inside with the motorcycle cover bundled up in front of him. “It’s only 39 degrees out there!” “Don’t worry, I’ve got them on,” I assured him in a … Continue reading
Why We Ride- Part Two
Completely exposed. That is your situation when you ride motorcycles, and you must accept it. Safety is another reason my friends consider my husband and I crazy to spend half our weekends riding our Harley. There are many features built … Continue reading
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The Layers of a Ride
Teeshirt, leather Harley jacket with liner, silk long underwear, jeans, boots The sun has only risen for a half hour, and I feel the chill against my legs as we ride to the first meeting place. I peek around my … Continue reading
