Parade. (I'm the one in the middle)
We were pretty popular; we entered the parade for 5 or 6 years in succession. I was the head rider, and
blew a whistle...once, and we would stand up in our "stirrups"
twice, and we would weave back and forth, and 3 whistles and we would stop and apply lipstick. It was one of the most hilarious things I've done, and I look back fondly on those times. We were very creative; we bought red mechanic's work suits from Sears, and decorated them with puffy and glittery "wings" and "flames", accessorized with silver belts, red and black boots and snappy turbans. We all had youngish children at the time, and were able to thoroughly embarrass them each year.
Once a Harley wanna-be, always a Harley wanna be!