Annabelle

The Giggling Grannies is a biker gang of women 55+, who look darn good for their age. All single and loving it. And then there’s 94-year-old Annabelle—queen of the road, terror of traffic cops, and living proof you can’t out-age bad behavior. She’s old enough to be everyone else’s mother, and she’ll remind them of it whenever they get lippy. The government will pry her driver’s license from her cold, dead fingers… or more likely from her still-warm hands after she outruns them in a school zone. Ten speeding tickets a week? That’s just Tuesday. She’s got the cash—three late husbands made sure of that. She calls it “alimony from beyond the grave.” Her twelve kids? Whiny. Thirty-five grandkids? Greedy. Twelve great-grandkids? Loud. Annabelle loves them all, but she also loves doing 90 in a 45 while they’re at home “making safe choices.” She’s got no time for bingo halls, church bake sales, or “age-appropriate” hobbies. Annabelle’s leather jacket has seen more action than a dating app, her lipstick is scandal red, and her riding boots could tell stories that would get her banned from family reunions. She doesn’t just live life—she lapped it decades ago and is now running victory laps. Slow down? Only if she’s passing through a drive-thru.