Goin' for a Ride!

One of the obligations of owning a Harley is to go for a ride every so often.  Now this is not popping down to the shops but meeting up with ones fellow riders and hitting the trail for a day or at least, a good part of it.  Now normally this entails large amounts of inappropriate food and from time to time a very cold brew.
The other day six of us met to go off on a ride and the first stop was at a burrito place that provides a ton of seriously inappropriate foodstuffs.  After we had consumed this, one of our members said he had to do a little shopping.  Now I have on occasions had a few of the fellows accompany me on an assignment, and they wander around while I do the interview. And then just the other day we had to call into a parts store and pick up very big pieces of metal - cogs and spindles and things for a transmission.  But this one was unique.  The fellow actually wanted to go to a jewelers and buy a wedding ring for his wife of 16 years; she didn't like the one she had.  So we all had to traipse around in flatland heat to do this.  We hit one shop and that was no good, then we went here.

Yes, a damned shopping mall!









I'm afraid after rather a long time we broke and decided to head on up the road leaving the shopper inside.

Now that's what I'm talking about - The Screaming Chicken.  A fine establishment serving ice-cold adult beverages to the discerning rider. 

And inside to serve us, who better!

I did find myself wondering if they were real.  The rings of course!  As for our errant friend, maybe he's still at the mall.  We had a couple and then rode home away from the heat.