When I met my husband his mother let him keep his motorcycle in the dining room over winter....that didn't happen after we were married.
I am back on the road. Riding two wheels again, feeling the wind pushing me back as if to restrain me from the joy coursing through me to no avail I move forth. I am truly at peace again on two wheels as I am meat to be. The street calls me and I am compelled to answer the call. So I ride