AH, y'all can't see it. OH I could see it... if that makes you feel better. This flag was on the wall of a biker bar she was a bartender at in the 70s. A badass biker momma with a heart of gold. In accordance with her wishes, I have been carrying a bit of her ashes on my bikes for 30K miles. She wanted to travel the country on a bike rather than being buried. She's been with me since I visited Tucson summer 12. Yesterday was her birthday. RIP Allison.