What’s that distant rumble? Is it thunder?
No, it’s the roar of motorcycles approaching Northwest Arkansas for the 16th Annual Bikes, Blues, and BBQ. The event officially kicks off on Wednesday and builds to a crescendo before reaching an undulating climax late Saturday night. (You won’t read that description in the newspaper.)
I feel sorry for those poor Biker Babes who can’t afford adequate clothing. It breaks my heart to see them walking up and down Dickson St. wearing nothing but sunglasses, boots, and a couple of bandanas held together with thin strips of leather. What if they get in an accident? I hope their mother reminded them to put on clean underwear.
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Steve thumbed through the script of questions prepared especially for us.
“How many grandchildren do you and Connie have, Russell?”
“We’ve got five grandchildren.”
“Do you ever worry about having an accident when the children are in the car?”
“I wouldn’t say I worry about an accident, but the thought has crossed my mind. If the urge hits while I’m driving, I clamp my knees together and try to hold it until we get home or to the nearest gas station. I’ll admit, we’ve had a few close calls.”
“I see.” Steve bit his lower lip and nodded in agreement.
*The above is an excerpt from “Saving Hollywood,” a factual account of the filming of an auto insurance commercial earlier this summer.