My calves have identical bruises.
Their death grip
on the bike's speakers
kept me from flying
off of the motorcycle
I'd hopped on the back of
one evening this weekend.
Thankfully I wasn't injured later,
when I fell on my butt
and managed to almost
knock the bike over while
trying to get off of it
without first asking how.
It's weird that I would do something like that, because usually I'm so graceful.
Stop laughing ... I can be graceful.
Years ago I told my oldest that I wanted a motorcycle. She said no. She pointed out that I could barely drive a car safely and that makes a motorcycle a really dumb idea for a mom of four. She won that round. But at least I finally got to ride one this weekend for the first time since I was a kid.
So much is going on these days. I'm excited and exhausted at the same time. I definitely don't have the energy to write anything real at the moment.
I just had to check in.
When I don't write,
I know some of you worry.
Okay, maybe not.
One more thing...
It wasn't a joke.
Stop laughing.
I really can be graceful.
:-P
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