We were in Sandusky this weekend and were lucky to get a few nights to ourselves (thanks, mom) to check out the start of Ohio Bike Week. It brings a ton of money to the city, and it makes the area come alive. Sandusky can be pretty boring, but this week it is anything but…

Kyle and I went out on Friday night, but we made the mistake of going downtown when we should have headed out to the fairgrounds where all the bike-related events were going on. Don’t worry, we learned our lesson and made up for it on Saturday.

It was a party. Bikers love beer. Bikers love women. Bikers really love boobs. They also like to wear t-shirts to express that love.

There were a number of witty sayings just like this one. For example, “Tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes.” My dad got a real kick out of that one.

Most women there were more than happy to indulge the bikers in their love of breasts. It was like a secret competition was going on to see whose shirt could accent their boobs the most. Some were quite inventive, and some didn’t even bother with the shirt because they knew it was just in the way of the real thing…it would be safe to say that I was glad I left the kids at home.

This classic shirt was everywhere. I’m sure his wife/partner/girlfriend really appreciates it.

The entertainment consisted of a number of live bands, including a Brett Michaels look-alike, and some down-home T&A. I was in awe of the bikini bartending skills. These ladies were pouring drinks and dancing on the bar for over 12 hours straight in 90 degree heat…no wonder they are so thin. They enjoyed working their anger out on the patrons by paddling them with the long stick of wood in the photo and whipping them with their own belts. This was no light tap tease. These ladies really let the guys have it. You could hear the crack of belt on skin from across the crowded bar, even while the bands were playing. The drunken fools were actually paying to have it done to them. Pain has never been a big turn on for me, but to each his own.

It was easy to take it all in stride because my father-in-law rides a harley, loves and respects his wife, and doesn’t wear t-shirts that comment on the female anatomy. I try not to generalize.

We had a rockin weekend. Honestly, it was a lot of fun. Bikers know how to party, but they also accept anything and everything…everyone is welcome, no one is judged.

I think I see a bike in our future…