My First Bike...Night

Be it known to all that you must refer to these events as 'Bike Night,' as opposed to 'these little bike party situations.' I learned that at my first bike night (situation).

As with all things Harley, I was a bit tentative to join Aaron at Bike Night at Stables (country western bar and grill in the middle of nowhere). But, I made a promise to go, so we went.

Before we get to Bike Night and the fun photos, let me first say that I need to speak to someone about paving 465 properly. I mean, seriously... with the bumps... and the potholes. Enough.

Anyway...We arrived at Stables without incident and were greeted by about a zillion bikes and their attached bikers and babes. As is often the case with me in new situations, I had no idea how to act. I was, however, quite sure that the Prada bag had been a mistake immediately upon arrival. Alas...


Turns out, the people were really quite nice, leather chaps aside. And, we actually ended up visiting with a new biker friend who happens to work for a current prospect of dgs and loves to run a Mazak multi-tasking center, so it's all good.

Please do enjoy the photos. You'll note in the photo of me by the clown bike that I am grasping a lovely, while miniature, bottle of chardonnay. I mean, I have my limits people :-)