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Monday, May 24, 2010


As usual, Harley and I were out and about, enjoying the Glides Saturday and stopped at one of our favorite parks. The Confederate Memorial Park is a perfect rest stop for us and each time we come here, I add to my collection of pics from this place.

There was a day, when a black and blue summer meant a punch in the eye and a kick to the shins, but Harley's blue baby and my black beauty make a great color combination for our lazy summer rides around our sweeping southern highways. We logged almost 250 miles Saturday while our temperature reached 90 and the sun stayed high in a bright blue sky. Better than a punch in the eye I guess.

I hope you all have a great Monday everybody!

Lady R

Monday, May 17, 2010


I finally finished my slide show for the 2010 Derby Challenge this weekend, so I thought it would be fun to post it as my Pic Of The Week. It may not have any motorcycles in it, but you'll get to take a little peek at bunch of sweet southern ladies at their finest.

Several of my Derby friends read my blog, so... this one's for you girls!

Marvelous Ms. M was our hostess with the mostess and a grand time was had by all. As the hat winner, I will be hostessing next years gig, but for the sake of distance, I'll chose a venue in Panama City to hold the festivities. I'm the only crazy bitch that will ride 200 miles for a party! Woo Hoo!

Have a great Monday everybody!

Lady R

Friday, May 14, 2010


Dear Diary... a glimpse into the pages of a journal written by a woman rider.

May 2, 2010

Dear Diary,
Friday morning, I found myself riding solo as I rode my Glide to Panama City to meet up with H and several of our friends for the Thunder Beach Rally, and my infamous Derby party. Big Ed was putting his RV down on the beach so we could have a place to stay and be right in the middle of all the festivities for the weekend. Since that can be a pain in the ass sometimes, H decided to ride down on Thursday to help him get it parked and set up.

I intended to take off early so I could get there by lunch, but only got 5 miles down the road before my engine light came on. Since I was riding alone, I found a place to turn around and headed back toward Montgomery and rode straight to the Harley shop. I explained to them that I was loaded up and headed out of town, so they got my ol' girl right on back to see what ailed her. About an hour and a half later I was on the road again! (Thanks, guys!) Just a minor voltage issue that was probably a loose wire. No light... no problem. Let's ride!

As I got past the point of my previous u-turn, I rode about 20 more miles before I felt myself start to relax and settle into my seat. That's when it hit me...

Snifffffff... ahhhhh! I wish you could smell that! My favorite smell in the whole world... honeysuckle!

One of the pluses of riding a motorcycle in the South during Spring... is how wonderful it is to ride through a fragrant cloud of honeysuckle! I kept relishing in the intoxicating aroma as I rode down Hwy. 231 through the gauntlet of short bushy trees laden with the pretty white blossoms. Even when an intruding whiff of something else, recognizable but not necessarily pleasant came into the mix, it would only be a mile or two before the overpowering sweetness of the honeysuckle would take over again.

During a fuel stop in Ozark I met a trio of riders who, when realizing we were all going to the same place, invited themselves to ride along with me. So the three amigos and I took off and rode together for a little while before we came to the shortcut I like to take that bypasses me around the busy Dothan traffic.

A right turn later and a quick wave to the others, and I was off on my own again. Alone... just me and my honeysuckle.

Partnering with the air of sweet sensations, was the clean crisp smell of newly fallen rain (yes, I got wet a few times!), and a tickle in my nose from someone's freshly mowed grass. Cruising across the miles, swathed in sensory stimulation, this was definitely one ride for the books.

When I got to my destination, I met up with H and the gang at Joe's Bar on Bus. 98, where you can eat THE BEST chicken wings in all of Panama City! Yummy!

Flame, greeted me with a hug and asked me how my ride was. I just smiled and said... "My ride never smelled so good!"


Tuesday, May 11, 2010


A couple weeks ago, I posted a cute little story about a dirty ol' man getting it on with some big biker's grandma. If you missed it, you can go back and read it here. Charlie over at CHARLIESBLOGGIN (another very cool blog you must visit sometime) posed a very good question in the comments section. He asked... "How old do you have to be, to be considered a dirty ol' man?" This also pertains to DOB's too (Dirty Ol' Bikers).

Well... this got me to thinkin'. Just how old does a guy have to be before he can officially obtain the DOM/ODB status? 50... 60... 70 years? I've met some pretty young DOM/ODB's in my day. Something tells me that age is just a small factor in this equation, and more emphasis should be focused on the attitude and demeanor of the prospective DOM/ODB.

DOM/ODB's have various degrees of cuteness, which plays a role in how many hotties they attract, but the star quality in any DOM/ODB is... their humor! How many times have you gone into a bar, and over in the corner is one DOM/ODB surrounded by 3 or 4 great looking ladies... and they're all laughing and having a good time like there's no tomorrow! It's cause the old dude knows how to make 'em laugh!

Your probably scratching your head right about now saying... "yeah, what's up with that?" Well, I'll tell you.

DOM/ODB's know they can catch more honeys with harmlessness than bravado! Think of the times you've overheard nice looking women talking about some DOM/ODB you know and all you hear is how "sweet" he is and how they "just love him!" If they think your harmless (that translates to... too old to get it up) than they don't have to worry about fending off unwanted advances, and they can just laugh and have a good time. Once the DOM/ODB's have established a harmless friendship, then more times than not, they can become the subject of a mission... yet to be accomplished.

Yep, you know where this is going. If the ladies think your sex life is over and done, there are some out there who just might take it on themselves to give you your last good hoorah! Now how sweet is that? It's all in how you play the game.

So I pose this question out there for all of you...


Lady R

(pics were copied and pasted from the web)

Monday, May 10, 2010


While we were at Angel City a few weeks ago, our pal Big Ed parked his '78 Shovel Head in front of our campsite with a For Sale sign on it. There were a few interested passersby that would stop and look and ask a few question now and then, but no offers... except one.

We thought it was pretty funny at the time... but it was an offer he easily refused!

Hope you all had a nice Mother's Day weekend... and now it's time to move on to Monday. Have a good one everybody!

Lady R

Sunday, May 9, 2010


My mom reads my blog, so this is for her...


** Thanks for healing my wounds and keeping my face clean with your powerful antibacterial spit. (my mom could lick a thumb and have it swiped over my dirty face in a flash.. and Neopsorin didn't have shit on mom spit!)

** Thanks for always having cookies and cakes and other mouthwatering delights on the kitchen counter everyday after school. Betty Crocker only wished she could bake as good as my mom! (BTW... the producers of "The Biggest Loser" want to talk to you.)

** Thanks for making our home a clean and loving safe place. (I'm just sorry we never wanted to stay home in it... but thanks just the same!)

** Thanks for being my chauffeur, but... that's one job I was glad to relieve you of. (keys... please!)

**Thanks for coming to Orlando to watch me graduate from Boot Camp. (I will never forget that!)

** Thanks for loving my husband like he was one of your own. (And yes mom... even after all these years, he's still my big teddy bear!)

** Thanks for being there with me... emotionally and spiritually when I was trying so hard to become a mom myself. (We sure tried... didn't we?)

** Thanks for all the other sacrifices and heartaches I know you suffered over the years for me. I know there were many, even though you would never admit it.

But most of all...

** Thanks for being my friend! (something not all mother's and daughter's can boast about, but I'm very proud that we can!)

I wish we could laugh over lunch and go shopping at Kirkland's. (I'll never forget finding your bear!) I wish we could play our version of "Name That Tune" again using You Tube. I wish I could sit on your steps with you and talk while you take your "break".

I wish I could be with you today... so I can remind you of all the reasons why your so special to me. I know you'll understand, but that's just another fine example of your unconditional love I relish in.

I love you Mom... Thanks for everything!!

Your favorite daughter...


Monday, May 3, 2010


Most of my regular readers know that, in addition to our regular attendance for Thunder Beach weekend in Panama City, I'm part of an elite group of women that celebrate the Kentucky Derby every year. I have lots to share with you, and for today's Pic Of The Week, I thought I'd post this years winners.

Stella wins Best Overall with her matching Derby purse, Shooter tops us all with the Best Shoes, I earn the privilege of hosting next years party by winning the Best Hat, and the Rainmaker wins hands down with the Best Gloves. And of course congratulations also needs to go to Super Saver for taking the roses!

I had a great time as usual and I plan to bring you the whole low down... soon, but I'm tired and need to catch up on everything, including answering your comments from my Friday's Eat, Drink and be Merry post.

Have a great Monday everybody!

Lady R