It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.
~~~~~Author Unknown
What the heck was I thinking? I've got vacation time. BH wanted me to stay at his place. Even got an invitation to fly. *Sigghh* But did I? Uhm, Noooooooo.
Seriously considering getting my head examined. It's not like I haven't been hit upside the head with a couple hundred clue-bats in the months past. I know, I've seen and marked things for further contemplation. You wouldn't believe the number of my friends who have told me so...
This I miss, more than I care to admit. Biker Bi**ch, I'm not. I do like riding behind BH, mainly because I know he won't take chances with me sitting in the Queens seat behind him.
Never has, even when I needed the head cleared of cobwebs.
I miss listening to the rumble of thousands of Harleys' starting up. Gosh, do they rumble...
I miss feeling the wind tugging my hair in every direction. Yeah, I know helmets should be worn...
I miss the crowds of people milling about, places where I can sit sipping an adult beverage and catch up on 'people watching'...
I miss seeing those friends who live in Daytona Beach year round...
But mostly, I miss the spectacle of it all...
If you've never been to Bike Week, let me tell ya... it's a lifetime experience you will never forget!
And so it goes......
2 comments:
I'm thinkin' the story's in why you didn't go...........??????
Ya thinking so, eh? LOL
Methinking you is a very astute woman...
Actually, lack of time for one. Not enough notice for another. Lack of cash the most...
There's always Biketoberfest to attend this fall. More than likely, I'll be in Tybee Island with the seesters and Momma. Now, that's a trip I won't miss!
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