"Boston" Ann is in The House!

Er, ah...well, she was anyway. This is yet another re-cap of blogging I just never got around to, and yes I know I deserve a dope-slap for taking so long to put this up.

Back during the last week of August, my dear friend Ann ("Boston" as she's known on the road) flew in from AZ to visit her sisters and attend to some family business.  Susan and I were delighted to have Ann as our guest for a Friday night out.  Here they are on a couch at our place where the three of us had a few "primers" before heading out to the Boneyard.

The BY isn't exactly around the corner from where Ann was staying at, so it was really cool that she came all the way down to hang with us.  Here with Susan and Fred, you'd think Ann was always here with us, not just visiting for the weekend.

Ann yucks it up with Fred, while Jackson looks for something he dropped...

Unfortunately, Big D was unable to make this trip out with her, which was too bad because as usual we had a blast together.

Jackson doing a fair "Caveman" impression, but he needs more hair to come closer to Big D.

Ann doing the "goatee grab;"  the way she fits in with Blackstone is absolutely scary.  I'm hoping some time when in need of winter relief, we can all visit Arizona so Jackson and the others can experience the same hospitality Ann and Big D extended to me while I was out there.

No Fred, there's no pie hanging from the ceiling...!

Hey, NICE RACK, Linda!

Alright, get your minds out of the gutter...I meant THE SHOTS....

We go through these things like sailors on leave.

After these bad boys started flowing, Ann wasn't figuring it was looking good for her hour-long ride home, and there's no way I'd have let her try it anyway.  Susan and I told her she was welcome to crash at our place.

I think it's safe to say Ann and Susan definitely hit it off pretty good...

"Hey Jackson, don't you think your wife should be on your tab??"

"What'd he do...tell you he dropped something again??"

"Joker!  Get up off your knees, baby..."

"Hey...listen up mother fucker...I'm taking her and your bike, alright?"

Deb, aka "Ridley," giving us the finger...

...and it wouldn't really be a night at the Boneyard without seeing some underwear, but technically it's legit advertising since "Bone Me" thongs are for sale at the bar!

At first glance it looks more like they both have to go to the bathroom really bad, but I think it was more shock over the news that Ann really did have to leave and fly back to Arizona.

The good thing is there'll always be another time.  The bond we share as both bikers and friends is very unique, taking us to amazing places and evermore interesting people.  Maybe this is the part that the posers don't get.  Anyone with enough money can buy the bike and all the duds, but the soul has no price and can't be bought or sold.  Either it's in you or it's not.  If it's not, I don't care if you can sell sand to the Arabs, real bikers won't be fooled.  On the other hand, if it is in you, then what you see on these pages is only the tip of the iceberg.  It's something that goes beyond a town or state line, or even the US border.  It is literally world-wide, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

It was great having you in town for the weekend Ann, and we can't wait until the next time.  I know Phoenix is over 2,500 miles away, but for some strange reason, it just doesn't seem that way.