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Most of these pics were taken at Froggy's Saloon down on Main Street. The Jager girls were there with a Boss Hoss trike that was pretty well tricked out. The bartenders there were mostly hot and mostly friendly. Not a bad combination really.
The last picture was back out on Main Street... and she was mean as a rattle snake. You know at bike week, there are tons and tons of old horndogs running around with cameras. It's just part of the event. Most of the beer girls will happily take a picture with you; some expect a tip, some don't. Most are at least pretty good at pretending to enjoy the attention... but some don't make much effort to hide their unhappiness and will smile just long enough for the camera shutter to close. I suppose anyone subjected to that kind of sausagefest torment without a strong will can switch teams. Hang in there ladies! The horndogs mean well, they do, so please don't start hating all men just because a few don't get out of the house much. :)