Party Play

Party Play
Crazy-assed biker couple making the most out of life before the reaper visits. No holds barred, no standards, without limits! The ride, the party, the friends and family are what it's all about! Let's have some fun!

The Chopper

The Chopper

One of her Shows

One of her Shows

In Party Mode!

In Party Mode!
@ Hogs & Heifers in Vegas

Friday, June 4, 2010

Extreme Party- Memorial Day Fun

It's warming up in AZ and party fun gets more crazy! We've made an overnite ride to Flagstaff with friends who love to party, and are very generous and beautiful! We shared their cabin, partied, had too much to drink and enjoyed the mountain. Yes, she does have jammies!























Usually, the Hideaway is on the route and Elvis gets her groove on!


The staff offers her CRUZ TEQUILA pasties if she'll show em off.











Gee, do you think it took






her two seconds to argue that request? Hardly!








How do they look? You do see them, right? The pasties I mean.
































Finally, as a final remark to this entry, my condolences to the Dennis Hopper family and fans. He was a true artist and creative genius who had no problem in taking chances.
In 1969, when Easy Rider came out, Dennis' vision made me want to ride. I bought my first motorcycle and felt renewed freedom like an 8 year old getting his first bicycle. Now at 57 years old, the very same movie has shown me the course for the unjust, the goofballs and people who don't respect life, kids and ladies. It's made me less tolerant of morons, assholes and rude people. I know exactly how to deal with them... the way they deserve! "Kind of a don't tread on me" attitude.

In a world of fake bad boys, he was the true article — a natural-born rule breaker, a Hollywood rebel who took midnight rides on the wild side with James Dean, a scraggly-haired hippie too hip (and too dark) to let the sunshine in. Rest in Peace!



Dennis survived very tough times, personally and professionally, not mention the toughest addictions. His strong character survived his own abuses, and ultimately succumbed to his prostrate with prostate cancer. I personally will miss him, his contributions and his lifestyle.
Ride on Billie!




















































Next, a little bank deposit being made by a totally sober (not!) patron at Dirty Doggs. She makes a lovely bank teller, doesn't she?