Day 6-Conway, AR to Memphis, TN

Steve's ass update: Feeling better, sort of.....read on

Got up feeling like champs! Slept in, then rode across the street to Toad Suck Harley (true name-there's a whole story to it). Kool shirts/logos, we all purchased way too much stuff and had to ship (again). Steve went to pay and realized that he had a new ass problem....NO WALLET! Frantically, he rolled back to hotel(nope) then back to TGIG.....FOUND!(get a chain for it, biker boy). He figured when he sat down to eat it fell out of his pocket. If you ask me, the wallet attempted an escape by shimming out of his pocket and onto the booth seat.....only to be found by the nice black gay waiter (Steve tipped him $40 pesos) Even the wallet, like Debbie, wants to get as far away from that booty as possible! Good lawd!

We rolled on through Arkansas, absolutely beautiful. Rolling green hills, rivers, more dead armadillos. Don't know what's the deal, but we never saw any alive?? Anyway, it was a short ride only 238 miles. For those of you who have never been to the south, or are planning to go (let me know i want to roll again!), the people are SUPER nice. So friendly, they go out of their way to make sure you are taken care of. Everyone from the Harley dealers to the little road side gas stations, it always "yes ma'am" and "yes sir."

Got into Memphis late afternoon, we all sat down at the bar for our $24 glasses of double bourbons (not a typo, $24 bucks!) with Cortney the bartender, another great dude. Steve's ass issues continued, as the wallet attempted suicide, this time jumping from a third story bar stool and onto the cold hard tile floor below. Once again, a nice southerner found it and returned it to Steve. Unfortunately, for Mr. Wallet, he survived.

Of course, we wanted BB cue, and he recommended "The Cozy Corner." As we rolled over in the taxi, I was having one of those "dejavu" moments, but I had never been here before. It suddenly hit me........we were rollin straight through what looked like a COPS episode, couches on the porch, abandoned homes and businesses, homies in wife beaters carrying 40's, the whole tamale! But when we got to the restaurant, what a great place!!! Our order was taken by a 13 year old young man who had the charisma and personality of a 30 year old restaurant owner! He had a sense of humor too....as I was suckin on one of my stogies, he walked over and, with his Tennessee accent, said, "You can suck it, but you can't smoke it." We all laughed and ate our great southern BB cue. Our southern belle Debbie, still feeling at home (like a redneck) approved of the food. Man if I lived here I'd be fat! (Gloria says fatter)

That night we went to the famous Beale street, famous for the Blues, and had a blast. We listened to the blues at Morgan Freeman's (actor) Ground Zero Blues club (not the original,that's tomorrow), BB Kings, and the Blues Cafe. Speaking of tamales, I had no idea that southerners love tamales.....see, everyone's a Mexican at heart (Steve's still in denial) :) I made the mistake of eating some tamales and chili at about midnight, and had my own ass problems in the morning! What a great town.........!

After six days, we are still friends, both couples are still married (although both girls have threatened to fly home more than once), chrome side's still up, and having a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!