PIC OF THE WEEK - MEEET "THE BOY"

I took my first really long ride on the Boy this weekend... 271 miles.  It was sooooo nice! I had a lot of very nice "feel good" moments while I enjoyed my reunion with the road.  Even though it's been a year since Harley and I shared our last ride together, it literally felt like yesterday.  I guess it's the same as riding your bicycle... you don't forget how.

So, without further ado... let me introduce you to "the boy"... my '04 Fat Boy.

BEFORE

Dirty Boy

 AFTER

The Boy... shined up like a new penny!

 I changed out all of the leather trim, seat, and added bags. I'm having the windshield cut down to the proper height for me and I have one more piece of back fender trim I'm putting on.  Other than that, his grooming is pretty much complete.

I hope to put together a slide show of all my changes so you can see how different it really was. I'm still deciding if I'm going to do anything to the handlebars, but I think I will wait until I ride for a while to make that determination.

I'm just glad to be back on the road again... it was an awesome Saturday! Thank you God! Life is good!

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R

PIC OF THE WEEK - FINDING YOUR POT OF GOLD

A few weeks ago, while Harley and I were exploring in our new Jeep, we drove past the Kilby Correctional Facility, one of the maximum security prisons not too far from our home. We noticed this rainbow after a brief storm blew through, and even though I've gotten many great rainbow pics before, my sick sense of humor just couldn't leave this one alone. Kind of ironic, isn't it?

irony n.  a manner of speaking or writing in which the meaning literally expressed is the opposite of the meaning intended and which aims at ridicule, humor or sarcasm.

FINDING YOUR POT OF GOLD
The state of Alabama has 7 State Prisons and 2 Federal Prison Camps, so it's not unusual for us to pass one of these facilities when we venture out of the city limits in any direction, since most of them are near Mongtomery.  For some of these poor dudes, chasing rainbows to obtain their pot of gold didn't turn out so well.

I'm pretty sure I would hate prison life.

I've often wondered what goes through their minds when Harley and I would pass by on our Glides (which we did... often!) and they would be hanging on the fence... looking... watching... dreaming.

Freedom! Freedom! How I wish it were I... freedom!

Have a nice week everybody! Ride free!

Lady R

** Author's note:   Be sure to check out yesterday's post and don't be surprised if things look a little different soon. GLIDER RIDER is getting a new makeover and a new title!  Stay tuned...