I have been looking forward to this weekend because I will be flying on a plane! By myself! No kid on my lap, no Thomas the Train on the iPad. And I’m going somewhere I’ve never been before–Milwaukee, Wisconsin to attend the Harley-Davidson Summer Camp.
Here is my Milwaukee knowledge: I know from the many cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon I’ve imbibed that the beer was established in Milwaukee in 1844. I know that Milwaukee means “The Good Land” in Algonquin, only because of this scene from Wayne’s World:
I know even less about motorcycles. I was on a dirt bike once, holding onto my brother George. Why he didn’t do some crazy manuevuer and send me flying into a mess of pain, I do not know.
Though I’ve never even been on a Harley I love the look of motorcycles and especially the strange and wonderful people who ride them. I see a whole row of them outside a bar, I know I’ll have a good comedy set. Bikers are some of the nicest, most generous people I’ve been able to meet. Plus, most of them are older and YOU ALL KNOW ABOUT MY RAGING OLD MAN LOVE, RIGHT?!
I don’t know what to wear and searching “Women on Harleys” is not yielding the right kind of results. Thanks for thinking I’m a perv, Google. (Though I’ll save these results for later, TRUST.) Tobias Funke is giving me some good ideas, especially if there’s an outfit that says MAMA LIKES LEATHER. Can I wear a red leather pantsuit in July?!
If you want to follow along as I extensively chronicle this short but high-energy trip, I’ll be on twitter, facebook and instagram. It’ll be fun! Vroom Vroom! That’s what bikers say to each other right?!
Disclosure: I am being compensated by Blogher and Harley-Davidson to participate in the Harley-Davidson Summer Camp. The opinions are all my own, so is my big butt on a motorcycle – #ad #harleywomen #hdsc .