THUNDER THERAPY

Once upon a time... in a land not so far away was a lady rider who was under lots and lots of stress. She was under so much stress, that she was seeing cows when she should have been seeing dolphins! (not really, but I thought it would be funny to tie-in to my Friday post!)  She knew she had to get herself back on track, so she loaded up the Boy, and headed south to Panama City Beach to get some therapy... Thunder Beach Therapy.

 
No appointment necessary... the doctor is always in! The lady rider was so happy to have a really cool place to hang out and listen to the rumbling thunder.  Having been here many times before, it's beginning to be one of her favorite hideaways.

 
As the beautiful weekend unfolded, blue skies and sunshine accompanied the smiles and miles that brought several other stressed out riders together.  Slow cooked meats, ice cold beverages, and toe tapping music was flowing abundantly.  Rejuvenation was imminent!

 
Chillin' and relaxin'... the order of the day.

The lady rider was having such  a good time during her therapy session, she decided to treat herself to a new look.

Yes, the jury is still out on this one, but no fairy tale is complete without the color purple and some butterflies! Tee hee!

After a long day of therapy, the lady rider and all the other riders would seek out their shelters and reminisce over the days events.  What a better way to do that, than with something like this...


Ahhhhhhh... beautiful!

The lady rider and all her riding friends really enjoyed some great thunder therapy, and since Thunder Beach comes around twice a year... they will all live happily ever after. 

THE END!

PIC OF THE WEEK - THE BOYS FROM FORT PAYNE

Last year, Harley and I spent our 4th of July vacation up around Ft. Payne riding around in north Alabama, home of the county music group... "Alabama". I'm not much of a country music fan, but we did experience a three year stretch early in our marriage when we were hit with the "twang and swoon" stick and listened to a lot of country music... Alabama being one of our favorite groups. You can imagine my delight when I got to have my picture taken with Randy and the boys!

THE BOYS FROM FORT PAYNE
Here's me... hanging out with the drummer. I think his name was Mark. He was a little stiff, but still a really nice fella!

Have a great week everybody!

THE HILLS ARE ALIVE... WITH THE SOUND OF HARLEYS

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

Monday
July 5, 2010

Wow! I feel like I'm still soaring through the air with the sun on my face and the wind at my back... what a ride! We just cruised home after spending four days riding the Glides around the Fort Payne area, including Lake Guntersville, and Lookout Mountain. We had an awesome time exploring this northeast area of Alabama that's usually out of reach for our day rides, and I was reminded of what a beautiful state I live in.

Nestled at the foothills of the Smokey mountains, Ft Payne is like a gateway to a riders playground. There were plenty of big hills, some spectacular views, and lots of exciting curvy roads to feed our pleasure. As you to leave Ft. Payne to the north, once you navigate through the old historic downtown and reach the outskirts of town, you immediately start climbing in elevation. Some of the inclines and declines (and there were many!) were very steep straight shots of road but would stretch on and on for about 3 or 4 miles. Totally fun!!

Twisting the throttle back and listening to the sound of my powerful V-twin effortlessly pull me up one of these long inclines was like music to my ears. Brub, brub, brub, brub... the melodic sound echoed off the rocky cliffs that flanked the highway as our Glides rode together in rhythmic harmony. Climbing, climbing, then climbing some more, I swear, it felt like I was riding right up to heaven! Chugging our way to the top, I feel my smile widen when I'm rewarded with a softening hum as I crest the hill and level back out.

Coming back down, on an equally long decline is probably even more fun than the climb itself. I learned real quick, that when I saw one of those yellow diamond shaped warning signs showing the silhouette of a truck on a steep decline, I was in for another fast flying treat! There's something really invigorating when you find yourself flying downhill (a very steep one at that!) at 70+ mph. I felt like a soaring super hero flying downward head first toward earth. What a rush!

We saw several other riders out and about during this holiday weekend and the waves were plentiful. It seems we were all having the time of our lives, experiencing these wonderful roads on two. The sound of rolling thunder reverberated through the countryside and made my heart sing.

The hills are alive... with the sound of Harleys!
Me