For those of you who know me here, you remember I lost a good friend/mother in law a couple of months ago.  When I'd said I was buying another bike, she's the one who went and bought me a piggy bank with the pig wearing a leather jacket.  I thought it only fitting that I pay tribute to her here because of what she did.  Putting this together brought all the emotions back from losing her.  I've shed tears all over again reliving all the good times and even writing this about her.  Kinda blows the image of big, bad biker.  As I looked through pictures of her past, I discovered that not only was she beautiful inside, but was also a knockout when she was young.  Just another reason why I look forward to growing old with her daughter.  I hope you enjoy and that you're as lucky as I was to have known someone like her.