Sunday, January 22, 2012

Biker Bar


I stopped at your house the other day and was told you  were down at your favorite biker bar with some friends.

I wasn't sure where that was, but was told I wouldn't have much trouble finding it.  Sure enough, I drove just a couple blocks and there it was...

There is nothing like the feel of the sun on your face and the wind in your hair, is there?

6 comments:

Melanie said...

bad ass.

Janie Junebug said...

I was there. We missed you.

Love,
Janie

Symdaddy said...

Which of those mean machines is yours?

Not So Simply Single said...

Aw crap...has it come to THIS!

Venom said...

Hey man, those tricked out rides are spendy; keep your eyes open for a deal. The obits are one place to start looking. Like when you need a rent controlled apartment.
What?
I'm just saying...

Coffeypot said...

Melanie, No! It works just fine.

Jbug, I didn't see you for all the men crowed around you.

Symdaddy, neither. Mine has whitewalls with moon hubcaps.

NSSS, not yet. I mean they use similar things on the golf course.

Venom, that is cold, but it makes since. I'll keep that in mind.