Friday, June 03, 2005

My Harley

I suppose we should sell my motorcycle. I certainly won't be riding it again, and it isn't doing anyone any good sitting in the garage gathering dust.

Cindy saw me looking at it the other day. I'm guessing she recognized the longing in my eyes, because without warning she lifted me up under my arms and planted me on the seat. I must have looked rediculous sitting there, with both of my little legs sticking out. I wasn't even able to reach the ends of the handlebars.

Cindy could use it if she wanted to...she's licensed and all. I even taught her to ride last spring before I was diagnosed. God, that seems like a lifetime ago now.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just a test

2:10 PM  

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