Today is my road warrior friend's birthday. I CONVENIENTLY forget how old she is now. Not to spare her, mind you, but because she is the youngest of our little group! Our little group of Rah's live vicariously through her adventures atop Harley. (Doesn't that sound dirty?!) She bought a Harley (or two) a year or so ago and travels around...satisfying one goal last year to bike across the US on a wildly short whirlwind of a vacation. I just love the excitement of knowing that she's out there on a bike, troubles, anxieties, and stresses BEHIND her, kicking up the dust, and avoiding bugs and various other critters flying into her fairing (mouth)! It's a delight to me, who sits most days in front of this computer, making charts for bitter, old, corporate uptights. Oh, oops...I'm starting to sound bitter like them, eh? As a contribution to her whiles, I created this Post Card Bag, so that when she stops for a bite, dip, nap, or drink (gasp), she has on hand a post c