I am LOVING the bike. I could not wait to get home and go for a long ride. I had some errands to run and started calling book stores in the area to see if they had the book I wanted. Unfortunately the stores furthest away did not have what I was looking for, so I zipped down the street and around the block. I locked up, dashed in, paid and dashed out. I zipped back up and around to the market and back home, only to receive a call from Kirsten inviting me to my favorite bar down the street.
Kirsten's mom passed away suddenly on Monday night and I wanted to spend time with her and her new friend John. I whipped up dinner from TJs and then hopped back on the bike. Heart and Dagger is a biker bar, so I felt like I fit right in - bike, tattoo...
With my new and trusty lights (head and tail) I rode on down without a care in the world. Once we wrapped up, I hopped on and rode back home, hair blowing in the breeze, taking in the intoxicating smell of summer jasmin.
When do I get to ride again?
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