Day 2 in Indiana found us riding to the Cracker Barrel for breakfast where I think the hostess was mad at us for some unknown reason and then South to visit MHS’s parents. We had a great day of riding, the weather was perfect and it was a lot of fun to spend the day with the Biker Nazi and The Saint. The Saint and I are both a little on the goofy side, a trait I inherited from my mother, the biggest and most lovable goofball of all time. I’m not sure where The Saint gets her goofiness. You just never know what’s going to come out of her mouth next. She’s a lot of fun. When things get a little dull, she will find ways that entertain me like no one else. Last year on a trip she had me biting off pretzels strategically to spell our names. It’s a lot harder than it sounds. Try it sometime.
BN and TS’s son had a football game that night. He’s a senior and was playing offense and defense. I love football, especially at the high school level and had never had the opportunity to watch him play.
Go Panthers!
While sitting in the stands we were joined by a little girl who informed me she was five years old.I told her I was six but they make ‘em pretty smart these days and she looked skeptical. But that didn’t stop her from just coming up the bleachers and planting herself on my lap. She was a doll and I was completely charmed by her. The game was won in a blow-out, no, wash-out, no shut-out! Hey, I said I love football, I didn’t say I know all the terms.
The Charmer
After the game, we rode into the spill-over town to catch a band and walk thru the booths. The band was pretty good but the real entertainment was watching the drunken people dancing to the music. We were joined by friends of the Biker Nazi and The Saint. Rainman and Tiny Dancer were there and so were the Hunter and the Texan. I asked a stranger passing by to take a group picture of us that I planned to post but without my glasses, I didn’t realize the picture wasn’t bright enough and didn't request another. Note to self: Never ask a drunken woman with a hotdog in one hand and a koozi in the other to take a picture.
When we had our fill of making fun of drunken dancers and funny biker togs, we decided to get something to eat. Maybe it was us. Maybe it was something in the air. But the renowned Hoosier Hospitality seemed to completely escape us again. The service was terrible. I'm pretty easy going and not hard to please but this was getting ridiculous. Do you think it's the biker thing? We're good tippers and well behaved, I swear. Anyway, we had a good time.
Question: Which one is me? Answer: The photographer *wink*
When we finished dinner, we all decided we weren’t quite ready to quit just yet. The Biker Nazi suggested we return to his house for a bonfire. Normally I wouldn’t advocate a bonfire and alcohol but we’re responsible adults, right? I had beer at the restaurant, I switched to wine at the bonfire and then even tried moonshine. Good golly, Miss Molly, that stuff burns all the way down. The entertainment of the night turned out to be Tiny Dancer who dances like the quintessential white girl. She was later joined by the Texan. Being the newbie to this group, I had no intention of leaving the lasting first impression of my complete lack of natural dance ability. Give me choreography and I will get by but left to my own devices, well, it’s just not pretty.
We were also treated to the unexpected gift of being mooned by Rainman. I almost fell of my chair laughing but everyone else found this to be just your everyday Friday night pants dropping. It seems that Rainman’s behind is famous in those parts. There are pictures of his butt in birthday cards, text messages and of course live performances all around the county. I didn’t get an explanation and I didn’t ask.
Rainman also does a great impression of Dustin Hoffman’s character in the movie, Rainman. And he knows all the dialogue. I don’t think there is a one of us that will ever hear the word “yeah” uttered without hearing his voice. Another talent he possesses is playing the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz. And he bears a remarkable resemblance to that lion too.
The night ended with all of us and a dog lying on blankets under the stars searching for satellites. Personally, I found it very hard to spot any satellites because the dang sky wouldn’t stop spinning. We laughed and giggled and made fun of each other. I haven’t had that much fun for a long time. The party broke up at 3:30 and we were all proud of ourselves that we out-lasted BN and TS’s college son and his buddy who came home for the week-end. They were asleep by 1am. I’m pretty sure that puts us in the “cool kid” category. Or maybe just an embarrassment to our children. Either way a good time was definitely had by ALL!
