homegrown not silicone....

I just got back from a Harley rally with my parents. I'm sitting at my mother's computer, fighting with her extremely slow computer (it's an old one), because I felt a driving need to blog about the evening's adventures. I've never been to a Harley rally. The closest I'd ever come to such a thing was when my fabulous friend Becky and I drove through Sturgis, SD while doing the tourist thing in the Black Hills.

So what did I see at my first rally? I saw mohawk haircuts of varying heights, but all standing straight up. (Do they use glue instead of hair gel?) Women were walking around in skimpy clothing while I was sitting there with my long-sleeved denim shirt buttoned up as much as possible. I was on the verge of dashing over to the vendor area to buy a sweatshirt at $40-50 because I was so cold. They must have been drinking a LOT of beer to not feel the bite in the air. Most of the men had on blue jeans, leather vests covered with Harley/cycle pins, and dewrags (sp?). (Fortunately I finally saw how you are supposed to tie those things. I could never make mine look good, but it was because I was tying it wrong!) The most absurd was this one guy who wore only his Joe Boxers....seriously. There were vendors up the wazoo - leather jackets, Orange County Chopper merchandise, adult products, jewelry, permanent cosmetic tattoo artists and also conventional tattoo artists. There were bands, greasy food, a beer building and a virtual sea of tents. I took my camera but unfortunately the batteries didn't charge when I plugged them in this morning so it wouldn't take any pictures. (grrrrr)

However, things got really interesting at the cycle pull. There we were, sitting in the bleachers, preparing to watch Harleys pull a weighted sled when the MC starts screaming into the microphone. I thought maybe he's just excited, but no...he screamed all night and my ears are still ringing. Then he starts calling out that we're a boring crowd and when are we going to start seeing some skin. There started a series of bared backsides and chests (male and female), as well as one episode where a woman challenged the men to reveal all and drop their pants. A few complied, but only after she paraded around with her shirt pulled up. Beads were exchanged and the crowd settled down until the next flash of skin. (Yes, beads...they've adopted the Mardi Gras tradition.)

One particular revealing drew my attention, not because of what was being revealed but WHO was doing the revealing. I knew that face although I couldn't quite place the name....then it finally came to me. She was in my class in high school. I couldn't help it, but I found myself searching her face for age lines and etc. After all, she was a wild child in high school and based on her behavior tonight that certainly hadn't changed. It seemed to be a common trait there - women looked older than they were and I can only attribute that to hard living - smoking and drinking ages a person pretty fast. I didn't do it to be catty. I was just curious and it made me wonder if she ever got her life on track. She had always seemed kinda sad to me as if she hadn't found her niche or was uncomfortable with where she was in life. I used to be envious of those girls who were able to have fun without a thought, but in hindsight I'm glad I wasn't one of them. There are more important things in life than booze and parties. She chose her path and I chose another. I can only wish her luck and happiness.

So why did I entitle this "Homegrown and not silicone"? Because at one point there was a well-endowed woman flashing the MC and he exclaimed..."Boys you gotta see this! These are the real things....homegrown not silicone! Nothing fake here!" It made us laugh. He was such a pervert!