Today we went to Poopy's. Last night the in laws (they live in town now) took the girls overnight. So we got up and went for a motorcycle ride. It's about 95 miles total and I learned a lot of things along the way.
There are too many small towns.
Iowa has an island town. Sabula, look it up.
My butt has a 35 mile limit before needing a break from the bike.
It's strange to be flying along the highway and not hold on to anything. When I realize that I grab the strap in front of me.
The sissy bar is awesome.
Poopy's is awesome. Cool place and good food, outdoor eating and live music.
I bought a tank top and poopys panties. Get it, poopy panties, ha! Husband got a tshirt.
There are too many small towns.
Iowa has an island town. Sabula, look it up.
My butt has a 35 mile limit before needing a break from the bike.
It's strange to be flying along the highway and not hold on to anything. When I realize that I grab the strap in front of me.
The sissy bar is awesome.
Poopy's is awesome. Cool place and good food, outdoor eating and live music.
I bought a tank top and poopys panties. Get it, poopy panties, ha! Husband got a tshirt.
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| Poopy's parking lot. Front and back filled with bikes. |
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| Me in my motorcycle gear. |
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| The Hog for lunch |
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