titleHarley Davidson Motorcycle Boots Kept Us On the Run/titlecategory1/categoryWe were about one hundred miles from El Paso, hadn’t rested in almost two days, and at last count, we were wanted in three states and eleven counties. Would you believe me, if I said we were not liable. Well, don’t then. At this stage I can’t blame you. Looking in at this complete situation, it would be hard to expect anyone to believe us.
But listen, not to be rude, I got other things on my heart. Sherrie was pretty hurt and I wasn’t in the best condition either. We were almost out of gas, out of places to rest, and I possessed about twenty eight big ones and some small stuff, and a mean fever. Not to mention my old a href=http://www.bootsharleydavidson.net/Harley Davidson motorcycle boots/a were wearing through at the heel and ankle. I need some new ones fast.
I pulled into this local pub, it appeared like a place we would blend in right, hogs parked around the place like you would imagine in some movie or something. Sticking out from the saddle bags of one of the motorcycles was, what appeared could be a pair of Harley Davidson boots. I’d think about that on the way out, if we made it out.
Queenie, that was what I called Sherrie, needed a doctor fast. I knew a lot of these biker groups had there own doctors, for wounds and such that wouldn’t be treated at the local hospital. It might just be fanciful thinking, but we where desperate. Queenie woke up, just as we pulled into the parking lot. How she could keep on the back of my bike, being that sick and sound asleep was a mystery to me, but she did it like it wasn’t a problem at all.