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Last Sunday’s Breakfast Ride
It
So I just bungee corded my handy dandy Jump Start battery on to my Road King’s luggage rack and Shadee and I headed to
Once we got some juice to
El Rey was there with
We headed up I-17 and before you knew it we were at Poor Red’s Station in
We decided to sit out on the smoking patio and the waitress was with us before we ever got our butts into the chairs. She greeted us, took some drink orders and was back in a flash with the Bloody
OK, so far we’ve been there less than 3 or 4 minutes and have
The waitress took our breakfast orders and had it back to us within short order. Everything was served as ordered with the exception of giving us one too many orders of toast. And it was HOT food too.
I didn’t hear any complaints about the food except that the portions definitely run on the large side.
All in
I’ll give Red’s a big thumbs up and a suggestion that ya’ll give it a try the next time you’re headed north out of the v
Shadee and I had to head home because the whole famn damily was coming over for a birthday party, but the rest of the group headed north.
The next and last time that I heard from them was about 2:15 when
It was a bit noisy in the background and
But my best guess is that there was beer involved.
Join us this Sunday October 21st 2007
We’ll meet at Poor Red’s Station in New River for breakfast at 9am then head north on I-17 to Cordes Junction and on to Mayer for a short stop at the Harley Shop. From there we’ll jam on into
After some soci
By then we ought to be getting hungry again and just might have to make a stop at Big Hengs at
If you can’t go for the entire trip, feel free to join us in
Those Fools &
Jamin’ Dan, Tequila John and
The next week while hanging out at a loc
“Re
“A quarter to eleven” said Jamin’.
Don’t laugh too hard, it could happen to you!
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In Retrospect, that was a Bad Idea…
Jamin’ Dan planned a ride out to Wickenburg for breakfast last Sunday the 7th. Because we
The weather was gorgeous and the ride was great, but our choice of a breakfast stop at the Gold Nugget downtown Wickenburg was bad, bad, bad.
We arrived at the Gold Nugget at 10 minutes after 10 on Sunday morning, just in time for Bloody Marys. There were 10 of us so they set us up at a large table. All things seemed to be going well but the service started to become suspicious when our coffee cups were just sitting around empty.
After an hour and a h
Mine was so cold that the toast had turned into large croutons; the hash browns had conge
I couldn’t find our waitress so I handed my plate to the manager and told him that this was tot
He offered no explanation, apology or reason.
Which is OK because nothing was going to change the facts.
Kitty went to complain to the manager and he apologized, but it still didn’t change anything. He agreed that nothing was good about our experience, the service or the food and said that he wasn’t going to charge us. But when the check came the only thing that they didn’t charge us for was my and
Altogether we still spent over $100, plus a $3 tip for the wonderful service.
Maybe it’s just me, but the attitude, service and food of the Gold Nugget in Wickenburg was far below even my minim
In the future, I will avoid the Gold Nugget like a $2 Whore with herpes.
I’ll leave ya’ll to make your own decisions. But if your experience is no good too, don’t blame me.
If you do go to the Gold Nugget, feel free to tell them about my experience there and my opinion of them.
I’ll give them 5 out of 5 Flat Tires.
“Run With the Fools”
Visit http://www.foolslife.com/our_sponsors.htm for a list of
And be sure to keep checking www.FoolsLife.com for upcoming pictures from the 3rd “RWTF”.
Winkelman Ride Pics
Pictures are posted at http://www.foolslife.com/Runwithfools.htm .
And speaking of
Fools Life will be playing there Saturday night October 13th 2007
It’s the Riot on the River. (Formerly known as Mountain Madness)
This is one of THE Motorfolk Parties of the year in
Presented by the ACMC (the Arizona Confederation of Motorcycle Clubs) it’s gonna be held right on the
The Bands are:
Fools Life
Brotherhood of Blues
And T
Your “RWTF” Comments & Suggestions
This may not be a good idea, but I’m going to ask anyhow.
With the 3rd “Run with the Fools” just a week behind us, it’s
Saturday September 27th 2008.
With that in mind, I’d like to hear any of your thoughts or suggestions on:
1) Sign In location
2) Stop locations
a. Steel Horse
b. Charley’s Place
c. Wild Horse West
3) End Party location
4) Price
a. $15 for Run & End Party
b. $10 for End Party
5) People’s Choice Shows at the stops
a. Bike
b. Car
c. ATV
6) Contests at End Party
a. Wet T
b. Men’s Pole Dance
c. Tattoo
7) Entertainment at End Party
a. Stray Dog
b. Fools Unplugged
c. Blues Hounds
d. Eigth Day
e. Fools Life
8) Vendors at End Party
9) Activities at End Party
a. Door Prizes / Give-A-Ways
b. Raffles
c. 50/50
d. Silent Auction
Feel free to copy and paste this and send it back to me with your comments on both the 2007 Run and what you’d like to see in 2008.
But I’ll tell ya right now,I’m against any Wet Whitey Tighty Contest.
I think I’ve
What’s Her Bra Size?
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Sturgis 2007 in review
Thursday Morning August 2nd
We all rendezvoused at 5am at Rozwell’s in NW Phoenix to begin our annual pilgrimage to the Black Hills of South Dakota for the Sturgis rally.
Our convoy this year consisted of Beaver & Rozwell towing their toy hauler with Beaver and Kitty’s bikes, G-Man & Kat in a pick up with G’s bike in the back and Charon, Kitty & I towing our toy hauler with Charon’s bike, mine and the Farley Mobile plus the two mini Bobbers in the back of the truck. At the crack of dawn we ventured off towards
Friday morning, after having breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, we drove around the corner to visit Outpost Harley-Davidson. It was about 15 minutes before they opened and the employees were inside just sort of milling around and trying not to make eye contact with us so they didn’t have to acknowledge that we were outside waiting for them to open. At exactly opening time, not a second early, a male employee walked up to the door, unlocked it and then turned and walked away. Although a group had gathered, he didn’t open the door for us and he didn’t even say good morning or sorry that you had to wait. He just unlocked the door and walked away without the least little bit of customer service, attention or appreciation. Wow, what a great first impression. I feel sorry for the people of
This level of customer services irked me so much that I emailed the above to Outpost
H-D. To which they responded “no phone number?” That’s their entire reply. My email didn’t even warrant a full sentence response. It’s not even capitalized. How easy would it be to construe this as a lack of professionalism and attention to detail? Which takes me right back to the first impression they originally left on me, poor.
Since I really didn’t care about what they might have to say, I didn’t respond.
After all, what could they say except maybe “we’re sorry” or something just a meaningless?
The next morning I received the following email from Outpost H-D. “9 is when we say we will open. 9 is when we did open. My people don't wander around they prepare the shop for the 10 hours we are open serving customers. I am sorry we didn't bow down at your feet when you arrived masta.
Nick Saputo General Manager
Outpost Harley-Davidson
(719) 542-6032”
WOW! Is someone a little sensitive and defensive?
A simple Good Morning could have really gone a long way in making us feel welcomed, but I guess that’s just too much to expect at Outpost H-D.
After that less than wonderful experience at Outpost we drove a few hours north through
“Slappy” made the Sturgis trip with us a few years back where she picked up the name “Slappy”. It seems that as we would drive around the campground in the Farley Mobile she liked to hang off and slap guys in the ass. “Slappy” just seemed to fit and it stuck.
After our break in
Saturday morning we had breakfast at the Old Mill Inn then we headed on into Sturgis and the Legendary Buffalo Chip Campground. By 3pm we were through town, registered at the Chip and had our camp all set up. Complete with the DJ equipment, Farley Mobile, Port-A-Party and Brass Dancing Pole. By 5pm we were well into the Cocktail Hour and the party had officially started. The rest of Saturday is pretty much a blur.
Sunday morning we rode over for breakfast in Spearfish, SD then took the
Rozwell did pretty well at the slots but Beaver wasn’t as lucky. All said and done, he figured that the FREE beer cost him $46.
We stopped by the Full Throttle Saloon on the way back to camp just in time for their Wet T-shirt contest. I don’t know why they just don’t call them Wet Tit contest because the T’s just don’t stay on for very long. Anyway the winner was a winner, but the girl that came in 2nd was really talented. I mean they were big, and they were wet just like the winner’s, but she could make hers dance around just like those steroid sucking body builders guys do when they pose in competition.
Sunday Night the concert at the Buffalo Chip was RATT and Poison.
Monday we did the obligatory ride to Keystone, SD and
Charon and I let the newbies go see the faces while we hung out at Hallie’s Store and Stage Coach Stop listening to classic rock on the radio and drinking $1 canned beer while watching traffic go by.
Monday Night the concert at the Buffalo Chip was the Classic Rock All Stars, who are always a big hit, along with country favorite Toby Keith.
Tuesday the weather was a bit blustery and looked like rain and some of the newer riders were a bit leery to venture out into it; so we hung around camp for awhile then went into Sturgis for a bit of people watching and bar hopping. At the Night Owl Bar on
Then it was on to the Knuckle Saloon for our annual visit and a lunch of sirloin tips. KNKL radio broadcast live from the bar and the DJ was running a T-shirt promotion where he would give any lady a free T if she came up and changed in front of everyone. There were 3 or 4 takers, including our own Kitty. Sad part of it was that when she went up front the server thought she was done eating and had left so she took away her food and drink and seated other customers. So when Kitty got back there were strangers in her seat. There was some complaining to the bar, but it was the DJ who said he would take care of it.
I hope he paid Kitty’s bill because none of us did.
Tuesday Night the concert at the Chip was Grand Funk Railroad and Foreigner who both put on an excellent show.
Wednesday is always the day that we ride to
Rozwell seemed oddly impressed with the unearthly formation and it’s proclaimed history of an extra-terrestrial alien relationship. I think Roz was in some sort of mental telepathy contact with the mother ship that is hidden at the Tower. Or maybe that look on her face was from a couple of Smirnoffs that she had partaken in. Either way we had a good visit at the Tower and got a very nice German tourist to take a group picture of us.
He had flown from
We like visiting Devil’s Tower on Wednesday so that we can journey back through Huelett, Wy and stop in on their annual “No Panties Wednesday” festivities. Huelett is only 9-10 miles from
Our group got broken up leaving Devil’s Tower so when we pulled into Huelett we couldn’t find each other. Just as we had given up hope and were fixin to leave, we spotted Beaver and Rozwell on
On the way back to Sturgis we took a little detour south at Aladdin, Wy on highway 111 and stopped in at the Shaved Beaver Saloon in the Redwater Creek Campground to visit Jack from Katered Kamping a guy that we had met earlier in the year at Arizona Bike Week. It was a bit off the beaten path, just a mile and a half off of 111 down a gravel road. Not everyone in the group wanted to go down the gravel road so Charon jumped on the back of my bike and Kitty rode Charon’s bike back to camp with Butch, Randy & Jeaneen.
So it was only Beaver, Rozwell, Mike, Todd, Charon and I that ventured down the gravel road to the campgrounds. It was a nice quite setting with about 6 camper trailers and a couple of tents set up. We rode right up to the front door of the Shaved Beaver Saloon, which is more Barn than Bar. There’s no A/C but with the barn doors open on both ends of the building you get a real nice flow through ventilation that cools the place right well.
Walking inside the first thing that I noticed was that the pool table was upside down hanging from the rafters, Beaver naturally noticed the stuffed Beaver that was behind the Bar in a most un-natural pose with a fox.
After we woke up Mark, the bartender, Mike who was ridding with us from
Wednesday Night the concert included Velvet Revolver but it just wasn’t to my musical liking so after a few songs I called it an early night, jumped into the Farley Mobile and headed back to our camp.
Thursday we took a ride through the tunnels of
Besides stopping for the donkeys in the road we also had to stop for Search and Rescue personnel that were retrieving a bike and rider that had missed a tight downhill left curve and run off the road. While waiting we could hear chain saws working away at clearing a path down to site. The bike was pretty beat and twisted but luckily the rider came away only battered, bruised and a little busted up.
It was only a couple of turns past the crash site and we were going through a really really tight downhill right turn when I heard a God awful scrapping noise from behind me. It was Beaver’s floorboards just giving that pavement hell. Thank goodness it sounded worse than it was and Beaver was able to keep her on the road.
After we got back to camp, Kimberly from
Kimberly told me that she plans on taking them home and hanging them on the wall of their rec room as decoration, but her husband Scott said that he was going to get them licensed so he and his buddy could go bar hopping on them.
I like the bar hopping idea myself…
Thursday night we were running late and missed the first band, Buckcherry, but we still had plenty of time to load up the Farley Mobile and Port-A-Party with about 16 people and head down to the amphitheater for the ZZ Top concert. I thought that Toby Keith had drawn a big crowd, but ZZ Top really out did him.
Friday was our day to take the ladies shopping downtown Sturgis. We normally wait for Friday because as the Rally is winding up the crowds begin to thin out some and the prices are also dropping.
Friday Night came way too soon and was spent packing up so we passed on the concert of Blue October and Daughtry so that we could hit the road home early Saturday morning.
Saturday morning we were on the road by 7:30 am and stopped in
Sunday morning we drove into
Someplace during the first few daysat the
For those of you that know Dennis from the
Randy and Jeaneen always manage to find us and make their annual visit to our camp for a free dinner. Last year they showed up on Steak night but they must be slipping because this year they found us on Spaghetti night. And this year they brought along Butch, a new friend that they had just met at the beer garden in the amphitheater.
Butch is from
Mike and Todd from Tampa, Florida joined us on a couple of our excursions. We really enjoyed their company and if we ever get to
Wanna see what you missed?
Use this link to check out the 2007 events listings for the greater Sturgis metropolitan area…http://www.sturgismotorcyclerally.com/schedule07.html
And speaking of seeing…
I didn’t take any pictures this year but everyone else did and have promised to send them to me so that I can share them with ya’ll. Check back at www.FarleyMcdavidson.com every now and then until I get them posted.
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SIX TYPES OF SEX
These aren’t the only kinds, just 6 of the common ones. Feel free to send any that you know of.
SOCIAL SECURITY SEX Two men were talking. So, how's your sex life?" "Oh, nothing special, I'm having Social Security sex." "Social Security sex?" "Yeah, you know: I get a little each month, but not enough to live on!"
LOUD SEX A wife went in to see a therapist and said, "I've got a big problem, doctor. Every time we're in bed and my husband climaxes, he lets out this ear splitting yell." "My dear," the shrink said, "that's completely natural. I don't see what the problem is." "The problem is," she complained, "It wakes meup!"
QUIET SEX Tired of a listless sex life, the man came right out and asked his wife during a recent lovemaking session "How come you never tell me when you have an orgasm?" She glanced at him casually and replied, "You're never home!"
CONFOUNDED SEX A man was in a terrible accident, and his "manhood" was mangled and torn from his body. His doctor assured him that modern medicine could give him back his manhood, but that his insurance wouldn't cover the surgery since it was considered cosmetic. The doctor said the cost would be $3,500 for "small," $6,500 for "medium," and $14,000 for "large." The man was sure he would want a medium or large, but the doctor urged him to talk it over with his wife before he made any decision. The man called his wife on the phone and explained their options. The doctor came back into the room, and found the man looking dejected. "Well, what have the two of you decided?" asked the doctor. The man answered, "She'd rather remodel the kitchen".
WEDDING ANNIVERSARY SEX A husband and his wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary. The husband yelled, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads: "Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever'." "Yeah," she replies, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads: "Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last.'"
SENIOR SEX One night an 87 yr old woman came home from Bingo to find her 92 yr old husband in bed with another woman. She became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor assisted living apartment, killing him instantly. Brought before the court on charge of murder, the judge asked her if she had anything to say in her defense. She began coolly, "Yes, your honor, I figured that at 92, if he could have sex, he could fly."
Women's Humor
My husband came home with a tube of K.Y. jelly and said, "This will make you happy tonight." He was right. When he went out of the bedroom, I squirted it all over the doorknobs. He couldn't get back in.
Men’s Humor
Dear Husband: I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch me or anything. Either you're cheating, or you don't love me anymore, what ever the case is, I'm gone. P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't. Your BROTHER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life! Your EX-Wife
Dear Ex-Wife: Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been. I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn't work. I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!" My mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything nice. When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago. I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed $50 from methat morning and your negligee was $49.99. After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for $10 million, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care. P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born Carla. I hope that's not a problem.
Signed Rich As Hell and Free!
The Ladies Strike Back
A man walked into a supermarket with his zipper down. A lady cashier walked up to him and said, "Your barracks door is open." Not a phrase that men normally used, he went on his way looking a bit puzzled. When he was about done shopping, a man came up and said, "Your fly is open." He zipped up and finished his shopping. At the checkout, he intentionally got in the line where the lady was that told him about his "barracks door." He was planning to have a little fun with her, so when he reached the counter he said, "When you saw my barracks door open, did you see a Marine standing in there at attention?" The lady (naturally smarter than the man) thought for a moment and said, "No, no I didn't. All I saw was a disabled veteran sitting on a couple of old duffel bags".
The Guys get a turn at payback…
There was this couple that had been married for 20 years. Every time they made love the husband always insisted on shutting off the light. Well, after 20 years the wife felt this was ridiculous. She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit. So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild, screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights. She looked down and saw her husband was holding a battery-operated leisure device... a vibrator! Soft, wonderful and larger than a real one. She went completely ballistic. "You impotent bastard," She screamed at him, "How could you be lying to me all of these years? You better explain yourself!" The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says calmly: "I'll explain the toy . . . if you explain the kids."
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Waldo's Memorial Benefit Event
Saturday, June 23, at 2 pm
At The Road Runner Steak House& Saloon, 47801 N Black Canyon Hwy, New River, AZ 85087. $10 donation at the door includes food, live music, auction, 50/50, raffles, wet t-shirt contest and the Jack Daniels girls. All donations to benefit Charity. You can join us there, or meet at Charley’s Place 43rd Ave & Thunderbird around 1pm and we’ll ride together.
WOMAN'S ASS SIZE STUDY
There is a new study about women and how they feel about their asses.
The results were pretty interesting:
30% of women think their ass is too fat...
10% of women think their ass is too skinny...
60% of the remaining women say they don't care,
they love him, he's a good man, and they wouldn't trade him for the world.
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Check out this cool video from the “Screw Laughlin Run”
In response to the May 19th Edition
article about Women Riders, I got this from Randy and Jeaneen up in South Dakota.
It’s from the May Edition of their H.O.G. newsletter. Thoughts from the back of the pack. By Randy Bingner My Aunt Laura, “Lou” to most people who knew her, died April 21, 2007. She would have been 89 years old today, May 1, as I write this. Her obituary included the following simple sentence: “She liked to ride motorcycles.” I had to reread that sentence a couple times. My Aunt Laura may be one of the main reasons I like to ride motorcycles. She certainly plays a large part in my earliest motorcycle memories. I still remember being hoisted from her back porch to the seat of a 3-wheeled Cushman and being pointed out toward the highway. There I was on that machine. It felt huge and powerful as it roared to life. My motorcycles have grown in size and power; but none have ever matched the excitement and fear of that first ride. I had never ridden anything before that I didn’t need to pedal. I flew down the road. It was magic. It was life-changing. Aunt Laura was a life member of the American Motorcyclists Association. She was a life member of the Motor Maids, the oldest and largest association of women riders in this country. She liked to ride motorcycles. I know many of you like to tour. I am one of you. We like the big miles. We like the adventure of the open road. We like the challenge and the freedom of just getting on and going. We love the feeling of self-sufficiency we get when we travel with just what we can carry on a motorcycle. We spread out the maps and plan. We end each trip proud of the miles and satisfied with our accomplishments and our memories. I want to put our big miles and touring adventures in another perspective. When I was a kid, my Aunt Laura packed up a 1960-something 250cc single cylinder Harley-Davidson Sprint and rode it from Sioux Falls to Northern Michigan and back. Imagine yourself on this ride: A woman, in the mid-1960s, traveling on a 250cc motorcycle by herself. She did her own Great Lakes Tour. She liked to ride motorcycles. My Aunt Laura rode them all, from the Sprints to the Sportsters to the Electra Glides. What I remember as her last motorcycle was a 1974 Electra Glide dresser. She put a side car on it. She would ride from Sioux Falls to Lennox to pick up my grandmother, then in her mid-80s, and off they would go. I doubt Aunt Laura ever said it in these words, but I can imagine her plan for life: Life has only so much to offer. You go around only one time. I am not going to be a spectator. As I sit here today, I can’t help but think about those I have lost over the past few months. I look around and see I am gradually becoming the “older generation.” I am gradually being left with only the memories of people I have known. I would like to leave some good memories. I would like to make that contribution to someone else’s life. Maybe one day, when I reach the end of my last road, you will say, “He liked to ride motorcycles.” Then just do one more thing for me. Give me that low wave and wrap it up a couple times as you ride by.
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Women and Motorcycles? You Bet!
By Willie Jones
To really understand the women and her ride, one needs to go back in history to explore the courageous women who defied the norm and road their horses in the freedom of the wind. Who could forget Joan of Arc or Annie Oakley? Two completely different women who followed their own council and fought for their right to ride in a man’s world. Or the women warlords who fought while on horseback and brandished their swords with the best of them. (and yes, women really did that) What man could resist such a women? Women’s love affair with the motorcycle began with the bicycle back in the 1800’s. They became hugely popular with women. Susan B. Anthony once said, “A bicycle has done more for the emancipation of women more than any other thing in this world”. When the motorized bicycle was developed in the early 1900’s, it opened up a whole new realm of adventure for the high-spirited woman of the day. Many women took to the open road not on horseback, but on the iron horse. Adventurous women enjoyed many long distance rides. Some were skilled enough to do stunt riding. No mean feat, especially on the earlier bikes. The ride for men and women are uniquely different. A man on his ride is master of the iron muscle and his testosterone kicks in while he uses his arms and upper body to control the beast. He is lord and master of his ride. Women take a more subtle approach. They use their lower body and their curves to hug the open road. It’s a sensual bond between the bike and the woman. She is also master of the ride but she controls it with more passion and finesse. There is something about seeing a woman on a motorcycle that makes you take notice. You can see the iron muscle being controlled with femininity. It’s the combination of power and aesthetics that make it an irresistible combination. There is nothing like the open road for both men and women. To experience the freedom and the wind, the sites you see and people you meet along the way that fuel the spirit and feed the soul. This experience is something no one can take from you. Enjoy!
After extensive research, I am proud to present a new section on
“How to…”
In this edition I’ll cover the “How to” of…
Pole Dancing
Pole dancing classes are popping up in fitness centers across America and the United Kingdom
because it's a fun, physically demanding form of exercise that can make you feel fit and sexy
at the same time. Whether you're wearing 6-inch heels or your frumpiest T-shirt, as long as you
have access to a pole, you can enjoy the health benefits of pole dancing, starting with the
basic wrap-around move described below. http://www.wikihow.com/Learn-Pole-Dancing
Dancing Like the Pusscat Dolls
Have you always loved the way those dolls have danced while singing and just admired t
hem so much? http://www.wikihow.com/Dance-Like-the-Pusscat-Dolls
Becoming a Sexy Lady
Are you tired of looking "blah?" Every woman goes through phases of "blah-ness," and
oddly enough some never come out of them. If you're ready to revamp your look and turn heads,
keep reading. No matter what your body shape, you can become sexier today.
http://www.wikihow.com/Become-Sexy
Dating a Stripper
Many guys fantasize about dating a stripper, because they usually have hot bodies, dress sexy, are sexually open-minded and have even sexier friends. Here are some tips on how to make something happen. http://www.wikihow.com/Date-a-Stripper
Building a Stripper Pole for under $100
http://jaysilver.net/pictures/cosmo/2/stripperpole.html
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I was talking to this old biker the other day and he was telling me…
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92.
But, thanks to my grandson and his trailer, I can still make it to Sturgis.
Which got me to thinking about my own battle with age…
You know, it's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker
and half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For Fast Relief."
Most everything I buy now has a Lifetime Guarantee.
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
And what I once did all night long, now takes me all night to do once.
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Email from a Biker Brother stationed in Germany
Hey Farley,
I partied with you and the crew at Sturgis in 05!
WHAT A FRIGGIN BLAST.
I am in the Army and stationed in Germany so I can't make the parties this year,
but I will be there in spirit.
I was recently wounded in IRAQ and can't walk right now.
So I spend a lot of time on the net.
I found your sight from The Santa Barbara Harley Forum.
Keep doing what you do, Brother. We all love you and the show.
My partners are riding to Sturgis this year from Colorado; I will tell them to not miss you or the party. Drink a cold one for me.
Keep the ANGELS happy and the shiny side up, my friend... Rob G.
Last Sunday’s Ride – Stop Review
The Cowboy Café
Just past downtown Wickenburg on your way towards Kingman, Prescott and points North or West. It’s small but it’s a nice place with nice servers, good food and reasonable prices. The only real draw back is the men’s room. Even as thin as I am, there was no way that I could position myself in front of the toilet to take a leak. I had to come at it like Shawn Marion out on the base line for a 3 pointer.
I have no idea in hell how anyone would ever be able to sit on it.
The Burro Saloon in Wilhoit Arizona
Checking this place out was our main reason for last Sunday’s ride. It’s been there since 1949 and is basically your old cowboy type bar on the side of the road. But it has its own personality. Charon and I were the first to get there, not because we were the fastest but because we were the slowest. You see when we were going up Yarnell Hill Charon started to lag behind in the twisties, so I naturally hung back with her. Well when we got up to the top we kept looking at every little wide spot in the road and local bar that we passed thinking that the rest of the group would be waiting for us. When we didn’t see them we just kept ridding. The next thing I know we’re at the Burro Saloon and my phone is ringing. It’s Jamin’ Dan, they’re at some little bar in Yarnell, parked in the rear, wanting to know where we are. They were about 15 to 20 minutes back of us so Charon and I decided to get out of the wind and go inside the bar to wait on the group. Well sir, when the two of us walked in, about 12:30 in the afternoon, we doubled the population. Doubled it, if you don’t count the bartender/owner and the drunk that was sleeping in his truck. The nextthing ya know the group had caught up with us and the front parking lot was now filled with our bikes. This just normally caused more bikes to wanna stop. We pretty much built his crowd up to about 25 people before we decided to head on to Prescott. Unfortunately for the bar, the others left shortly after us because we next found them in the Bird Cage Saloon in Prescott. All and all the Burro Saloon is a decent little place to stop for a cold one if you’re riding past.
The Bird Cage Saloon
It’s still right there on Whiskey Row downtown Prescott where it’s been for as long as I can remember. It’s a tiny little shotgun style storefront bar that probably dates back to when Prescott was the capital of Arizona. It’s dark, narrow, crowded and not really worth mentioning except for the Blues band that they had playing. I wish I had the name and contact info.
The Kirkland Steak House
One of the stops that we made last Sunday on the way back home was at the Kirkland Steakhouse which is sort of off the beaten path tucked away at a little nowhere intersection up near Skull Valley. History has it there, in one form or another, dating back to the 1800’s and at one point in time it was a Whore House where 3 prostitutes were mysteriously killed. Legend says that you can see the faces of the prostitutes in the old wooden walls that now make up the Steak House. I don’t know about 3 of them, but the one that I saw was spooky enough to last me for a long time. On another odd note, they have this juke box in the bar that has absolutely nothing but Country music on it. I mean it’s all Country. Nothing even close to Lynyrd Skynard, 38 Special or Molly Hatchet; and you can forget about AC/DC or Metallica. Besides some older Hank Williams Jr and David Allen Coe, I was like a fish out of water.
The Ranch
On our way back home we decided to take Grand Ave in from Wickenburg and stop at Western Trails Ranch. I keep stopping in here and hoping for something to change but it seems that every time I do, I leave with the same lousy impression. I can’t put my finger on any one thing so it must just be the totality of the place and the people that I don’t feel comfortable with. I could be wrong about it all and it’s just me and my warm personality that they don’t like. Anyway, the place was empty when we got there but we decided to stay a bit so some of the others could look around. Charon had a cup of coffee with a shot of Bailey’s and I had a cup of coffee with a shot of Brandy. This shot the hell out of a Ten dollar bill. I mean I got 50 cents back in change. I don’t know how they did it but neither was worth $4.75. I guess I just need to stay out of the Ranch because I’m never happy there until I leave.
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In response to the newsletter article about our ride Sunday April 15th, where I asked for any suggestions; Randy and Jeaneen in
If you were really open to suggestions, you would ride all the way up here and KISS MY FROSTBIT ASS.
You guys are pissing me off. 8 degrees here and snowing like hell at the cabin. We were supposed to meet with a local ranger – he had to walk in when his car wouldn’t go through the snow. We were just fine – in a 4wd pickup.
Suzy had this to say about what we do in
