Bikes and Bones Collection - Click on each shirt to see gifts

I felt the pain even before my eyes opened. My head was throbbing and the hard floor beneath me was not the soft bed I had expected to find myself in this morning. I opened one eye slowly, smiled as I saw her there beside me looking exactly as I felt. The smell of stale beer and leather woke me and as I sat up I saw the neon sign over the door, BIKES AND BONES. We were in the biker bar we had passed on the way to our hotel. Laughing at each other we moved to the bar, had a hangover remedy recommended by the bartender, never asking or wanting to know what was in the foul concoction. We drove back to the Hotel and found the bed we had missed the night before. Hand in hand we slept through most of that day. As we packed to return home the next morning we smiled and joked about that night. It was clear that we had accomplished our mission, To Escape, To Enjoy and to leave the world behind, if only for a few days.