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clubhouse and I watched him down three donuts while I drank coffee and talked to a handful of the girls who were anxious to get me their paperwork.
    We all rode over to the Harley dealership and met up with the other chapters in the valley and a bunch of locals. You don’t have to have a Harley for this run, but they definitely outnumber the other bikes. I really like the custom bikes that show up for these things. For the first time I got to see the all copper chopper I’ve seen on TV so many times up close. It’s so ugly it’s cool.
    The paint jobs on some of these bikes amaze me. I took a lot of pictures and thought about putting together an on-line photo album for the club of all the runs. The girls kept jumping in and flashing their boobs making me laugh. Might need a special license for some of these pictures.
    Once we hit the road, and there was nothing but rolling thunder as far as I could see in front and behind me, I finally understood why this is so popular. It’s like a family reunion but louder and bigger.
    The women were dressed sexy-cool. The combination off bad-ass leather-clad men riding a big loud roaring machine was exhilarating.
    Then there’s Joe. Talk about power, and I’m with him. At first I didn’t really get it. Then as I introduced myself and saw the looks on some people’s faces I knew there was something special about being with him.
    As we rode I wondered what it was. I mean, I know I enjoy being with him, and often wonder why he chose me, but to see how people reacted with such surprise that I was his old lady made me wonder. Was it because he’s Slider’s brother? Was it because it happened so fast? Maybe I’ll ask Salina later.
    She helped organize the run so she came to see us off, but went back to stay with Slider at the hospital for the day. She doesn’t ride alone, and absolutely doesn’t ride with anyone else, not for this stuff. She said once in a blue moon she has to catch a ride with Goat or Gunner, but that doesn’t happen very often.
    Having my hands on Joe’s waist and hugging him during the ride was nice. He’s so damn big that when he’d lean back into me a little I could kiss his neck, so I did. He’d reach back and hold my leg for a while sometimes. I braided his ponytail shortly after we started because it kept smacking me in the face.
    We did the slow parade thing through downtown. I noticed a lot of the girls and some of the guys were waving, so I waved when it seemed appropriate. At the end of the parade route bikes started going their separate ways, except for the closer local chapters. They followed us back to the clubhouse. It should probably be called a compound the way it’s gated off, but that seemed like too harsh of a word.
    I learned that after a run like that the chapters will get together and party like wild animals. What I didn’t realize was Salina hadn’t finished preparing for it because Slider had gotten shot.
    I called her when I realized we were going to need beer at the very least.
    “Hey girl, how’s the king?” I asked when she answered.
    “Getting antsy to get out of here, but good.”
    “What else do I need to do for this party?”
    “Oh shit. I forgot about that. I don’t know where my head has been. Get a couple prospects and hit the grocery store and Walmart, buy up a bunch of beer and whiskey. The liquor stores are usually more expensive. The other chapters bring some shit, but we always run low if we rely on just what they bring. Grab a bunch of hot dogs and whatever else looks good and easy to roast of an open fire. They tend to have one or two fires going, and the food will keep them from getting too drunk.”
    “I can do that. Anything else?”
    “Nah, just do the best you can. I want to be a good host, but Slider won’t let me leave.” She complained.
    “Don’t worry about it, I can handle it. I’ll send a prospect over with my flask later.”
    “He’d like that. Thanks Red. Sorry to drop the ball like