Wide open throttle
Wind rushing through tousled hair
First ride of the year
LouCeel does Haiku Friday!
You can tell when I am missing my motorcycles . . . I wax poetic. I started riding – let me back up – I bought my first motorcycle two days after oldest granddaughter was born. (She’s now closing in on 18) I *learned* to ride over the next few weeks – continuing on through the years as I grew into bigger versions of my first bike. Sold the last two about 5 years ago or so. Yes, I miss them. But it was time. And, fyi I wore my helmet so no tousled hair for me. Just a bit of poetic license.
As my husband and I close in on the Big 5-0, I tease him that we need to get matching Harleys and hit the road. So far, he hasn’t taken the bait.
The fantasy of riding, wind in my hair, sounds very appealing. But the reality of a bunch of idiots propelling their three-ton boxes of steel all around me scares the fantasy right out of me.