Corey has a collection of shirts.
No motorcyle, just shirts.
I felt just a tiny bit out of place in my little skirt and matching flip-flops.
Pretty sure I was the only woman in here who wasn't wearing some combination of leather, a tank top or a Harley shirt, jeans, black boots, a bandana, or a black studded belt.
Or all of the above.
Can you hear the song?
"One of these things is not like the others.
One of these things just doesn't belong..."
this was the cleanest, nicest bathroom I have seen in a public place in a long time.
I did not expect to see a basket like this sitting in the women's restroom at Pig Trail Harley Davidson.
I was impressed.