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Motorcycle Granma Rides Again!

w00t!  Last night I got to ride on a Harley!

What a boot! A couple who sings in choir–real mainstays with wonderful voices–have a secret wild side. He has always wanted a Harley, and some months ago he finally realized his dream. It’s big and black and gorgeous. As we were walking out, they were getting ready to charge off and I said, jokingly, “I wanna ride it!”

So to my amazement, they offered me a ride. Great fun!

That was my ride on the wild side for this year.

Right now am whipped: up at 3 a.m.; read real estate textbook; tried to get back to sleep, unsuccessfully. Out of the sack at six, running on three and a half hours’ sleep. And we do mean run: this is Thursday from Hell. Seven ‘o clock meeting in Scottsdale; back into town; fill in take-home real estate quiz; wrestle with pool; water plants; wrestle with dogs; feed dog; out the door; spend four hours in the classroom; make min-Costco run; trudge home over surface streets; fix and bolt dinner; feed dogs; out the door; real estate class; trudge home again. Third? fourth? fifth insomniac night in a row? I’ve lost count.

Beyond nonfunctional. And so, to bed…

Image. Adrian Pingstone. Harley Davidson Electra Glide “Ultra Classic,” at Aust Motorway Services, Bristol, England. Public domain.

 

3 thoughts on “Motorcycle Granma Rides Again!”

  1. Must be something in the air. 🙂 I had my first successful solo flight on my Honda Night Hawk as well! Lots of thrills and a healthy dose of respect for the machine after that.

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