She looked at him smiling, searching his features, and memorizing them.
"I love you Jack"
"I love you too Breezy"
He woke her; a couple of hours later and they showered; dressed and got ready to leave. She started the dishes and he did tank maintenance. Soon they were on there way, and pulled into one of the bigger lots off of Sturgis's main street. Venders lined both sides of the street; again he bought her a few t-shirts. Then they stumbled into a leather shop, and he walked around picking out some leather halters, skirts, shorts, and bustier.
"Hey, stop spoiling me."
"These aren't for you, these are for me." He grinned. "Leather turns me on, just wear them often."
He carried several bags of clothes back the couple of blocks to the motor home, and tucked them inside so they could enjoy the day. People were everywhere, and bikes were parked on each side and a double line down the middle of the main street.
They listened to bands play, drank beer, ate and danced in the afternoon sun. He took her to the museum, and looked at the motorcycle history memorabilia. Then on the way back he pulled her to a kiosk where Black Hills gold was being sold.
"Breeze, lets buy you a ring, we don't have to set a date, I just wanna tell the world your mine." He kissed her ring finger and smiled. "A nice couple carrots for my bunny?"
"No Jack, my hands are too small, how about something that fits me, a bit delicate?"
The clerk came forward with a tray, "I've just the thing, these are all a carat or less, and some of these designs made by our local artisans are one of a kind."
"Oooh look, that one's nice." She picked up a small rose in rose colored gold with a diamond center, leaves of gold and white gold covering the band. "I like it, what do you think."
He pushed it on her ring finger. "A perfect fit, we'll take it, and do you have any band sets that might accent it?" He asked the clerk.
"As a matter of fact we have these in the same grade, with the leaf design on them." He picked out the size seven of her finger, and pulled another for him to try on. "Perfect fit, about an eleven, I'm at good sizing, it's a gift." He took Jack's card and totaled the bill, and wrapped up the bands and handed them back to Jack. "May I be the first to congratulate you on your pending nuptials? She sure is a treasure. May you both have a happy & long life together?"
"Thank you!" Jack said and shook the clerk's hand.
They walked back to the motor coach holding hands, occasionally kissing, and hugging. The ride back to Bison although over an hour seemed too short; they parked in the lot and walked across to the café. When almost there she noted a chopper parked out front. "Pop" she said and ran ahead inside. Jack walked through the door and saw Breezy hugging an old biker with long white hair in a braid down his back. He wore a worn leather vest and chaps. The vest had a patch and rocker on the back for a Denver chapter. "Jack this is my dad, Arlo Webb, dad this is, Jack Moran."
The men shook hands, and sized each other up taking in the stature and dress of each other.
"So Jack, have I heard of you, your name sounds familiar." Arlo asked.
"You might have, you bought most of the 'Lightening' clutch assembly systems I made over the last five years." Jack said. "You were one of my more consistent customers."
"No shit, hell stuff ain't been the same since you sold that parts business." Arlo complained. "They've been sending me bad metal and seams with tags."
