Putts On Hogs

I married a biker. This came as a surprise to those who knew me back in high school. I was the quiet girl, the opera singer and on the lookout for a cowboy. But life is full of U-turns. I traded in my Stetson dreams for a bandana and the open road.
For anyone who has never hung around bikers of the Harley variety, the lifestyle and lingo can be a bit confusing. For instance, I am the Ol-Lady. Even back in 79’ at 18 years of age that was my official title. My husband is of course my Ol-Man. The bike is referred to as a Hog a sled, or a scooter. When it is running badly the ol-man sometimes calls it a Pig. Bikes that are run down, rusty or generally un-cared for are Rats.
Here is our 1979 Lowrider.

A "Putt" is the biker’s main goal, to be “In the Wind”. The road is the prize and miles are the key. If you’re the kind of rider that likes to spend a lot of time in a bar or standing around looking pretty in your leathers then some may call you a sidewalk commando.

Here we see our Hog dressed for a long Run. Note the helmets stowed for use in states with helmet laws. My Ya Ya’s will appreciate the bright Orange T-Shirt with customary Harley emblem. In the background you can also see the ramp for easy storage of the bike on the porch, except for winter when the sled lives in the living room of course.

Any self respecting biker has a wardrobe. Here’s mine in the summer of 1980

Biker Nuptials with a ride off into the sunset.