This weekend was a rare one for the Mister and I. An overnight away from my many men, in a hotel, on the motorcycle! What?! Oh yeah. And I became a biker bitch cliche. Wanna know how? Keep reading...
But first, some pics!
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| I prefer this kind of biking...not that! |
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| Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. |
We had amazing weather for the climb up Mt. Washington. (and by climb, I mean DRIVE up MW on the motorcycles; because
what am I, nuts? who would want to hike the 8-10 miles up a mountain?! HUNDREDS of people, that's who! You should have seen the
crazy bastards cars lined up along the roadside, with children in tow, even!)
We only knew one person in the group of bikes we were in, but quickly became friends with the rest! Bikers people too, y'know ;) We look forward to riding with them again!
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| The temp at the bottom! Sofa king hot. But it was a breezy 66 degrees up top! |
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| There aren't any guardrails on the 7-8 mile loop up the Mt. Washington Auto Road. Just rocks... |
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| Majestic views that aren't done justice by these pics. |
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| And in some spots...there is lack of rocks! |
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| Going uppppppppppp! |
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| The mountains go on forever |
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| Objects in the mirror may enjoy taking self portraits ;) |
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| The Mister and the mountains |
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| I'd much rather climb this on a bike than in a car! There's barely enough room for 2 cars to pass |
Back on the ride down...
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| Yes, honey, I see that's the lodge we started at, now get your gawdforsaking hand back on the bars!! |
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| A quick stop for some pics of me. His idea. *faints* I never have pics of me! |
On the way home, we separated from the group of bikers (helloooo, it was New Hampshire and momma wanted to shop...though I was restricted to purchasing the capacity of the saddlebags :/ But we made out at the Aeropostale outlet! $2.99 and 4.99 tees), and it was on the highway while doing
80 the speed limit, that I learned an important lesson:
I already knew texting and driving is dangerous, but texting while riding on the back of a motorcycle is equally hazardous (to other drivers...) because as you are paying attention to your phone, your shirt flies up around your neck, so you try to pull down what you think is the aforementioned shirt (not looking away from the phone screen), only to end up pulling down your cami instead. So there you are, shirt up, cami down, leaving a couple
boobs things flapping in the breeze that shouldn't be.
In other news, that guy from Arizona, who passed us, gives Maine's hospitality 2 thumbs up...
And here's my favorite pic...climbing down the mountain.
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| No boundaries. Love it. |
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Badass biker wannabe momma bahahahahahahaha |
Speaking of badass...can't wait for Sept. 11!!
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| Sons of Anarchy |
Do you watch?! Do you ride motorcycles? What's your favorite destination on bikes? and even if you don't ride...suggestions for a road trip?!
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