I've always had a fascination with bad boys. And what's badder than a biker. To me, they signify freedom from constraints that the rest of us have to wear like chains. Speaking of chains, bikers and chains go together like biker chicks and trash stamps.
Did I mention that my last boyfriend (before my lasting boyfriend) rode a Gold Wing? So I know for a fact - the air smells fresher from a motorcycle seat and the wind blows away any lingering worries.
And here in Wisconsin, Harley country, bikers are everywhere. I like bikers so much, I gave Story Fischer (in Buzz Off) a Hog riding boyfriend.
During these last weeks of fall leading up to Halloween, you'll see them on the country roads. I took these photos on one of those back roads. Aren't they cool!