Cont’d from Last Trip to Clarksville (Part 1)
Guy attempted to gently reorganize the pile discarded glass and scraps that covered his treasure.
Babe, you should really see this. There against the wall stood an 8 foot long, 5 foot tall wooden carving. Fellow junk scroungers stepped over to investigate, jealous that we had been the first to uncover this golden object d’art.
... enticing all young riders to join her gang.
Wow. A red-headed Babe, carved and painted on a gigantic sign – a true novelty of hillbilly art. We could imagine this Babe gracing the walls above a bevy of shiny new motorcycles, enticing eager male riders to join her gang.
I’ve gotta’ have her. Guy was ready to buy her – as far as I know, this was his first time to buy any Babe – so I knew she must be special.
She had obviously been through a rough spell where she nearly lost her head, and the desert sky was missing a patch of brilliant blue. We figured with a quick swish of paint brushes we could fix her up good as new. The challenge was getting her onto the trailer for the ride home – all 200 lbs of her. UGH.
She'd gone through a rough spell - but everyone is having work done.
Anyone see this Babe before? Been to Moonshine Cycles? Would love to hear more about this glitzy Babe. We’re considering letting her preside over the pool table. She doesn’t exactly fit into our decor, but Bo will want her, and Guy loves to make Bo drool.
The Bald Guy and The Biker Babe 