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.
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.
@ Budget Glamorous: Yow!! You got one for yourself! Dang. That is too much fun.
I so envy you! Riding a motrobike is a long standing dream of mine – and I have a promise to keep to my son: to ride across the US in two years time.