Since we had a glut of writing stuff last week, today’s post will be pictures and fun. I like to keep you on your toes, after all.
This weekend in my lovely town was Thunder in the Valley, when Johnstown welcomes all the bikers it can handle. In honor of the event, I swallow my terror, don some leather (my mom’s leather jacket from 1979, in this case), and hop on the back of The Husband’s bike. I did it twice this year…here’s a picture from after my first triumphant trip:
I have to admit, I’m starting to like the bike. Once I get past my fear, there are two kind of awesome parts of it:
A.) The adrenaline. There’s quite a rush speeding down the road in the open air, once you forget the whole I-could-die-at-any-moment thing.
B.) What I think of as “the secret club”. Ever see two bikers pass each other on the road? A lot of riders will hold out a hand–sometimes in a normal wave, but most downward and at an angle–as they pass a fellow biker. Just sayin’ hi, but it’s pretty cool, and I love it.
Then, on Friday, we went up to the Cityview Bar & Grille at the top of the Inclined Plane (World’s Steepest Vehicular Inclined Plane, yanno) with a bunch of friends. One person decided to dress up, and then the idea spread to the rest of us. I think we clean up pretty nice, eh?
Ashlee & I on the Incline (that’s right, I had a costume change. What, you think I’d walk around downtown in four inch heels?).
After wandering around the city, looking at lots of leather and having some good, thoroughly unhealthy food, we found the Motorcycle Acrobats. These women were pretty amazing. I don’t think these pics need any captions.
And finally, there’s me, my beer, and my cheesy fries.
Also, the fun ride home, just after we noticed yet another black storm cloud heading in. Pretty much the whole ride was…well, wet. And windy. And I made it, without freaking out. Without even putting my visor down*, even, because I figured if I could make it all the way home without giving in, I’d be badass. Yeah. I’m badass.
And of course, after we dried off and warmed back up, we drove (in the car this time) up to see TH’s friend and watch some George Carlin…and arrived just in time for the Thunder fireworks going on nearby. We had prime spots to watch them, a nice, unexpected treat.
So it was a great weekend, if a very, very busy and tiring one. I’m gonna go relax some now…before I go write. I’m tired, but I still have work to do. As always.
And how was your weekend?
*Don’t worry, I had sunglasses on under my helmet, for eye protection. Otherwise, the visor would’ve been down. I’m a safety freak, even when what I’m doing isn’t particularly safe.