Therapy

I needed some therapy yesterday. I decided that wind therapy would be best, so I took the bike down and did a hundred miles or so. We had a beautiful day for riding. Did the Ole Fartz lunch thing and some b.s. at the dealership. The bike was dusty as hell, but I decided to ride it clean. Up to 90 and that stuff just stayed where it was. I may have to wash it tomorrow after my meeting.

Meeting? Yes, the marketing committee I was on last year, that hasn’t met since last November, decided that we needed to start meeting again. I got an email from Tiara L. Shorty announcing the fact. With a name like that, I can’t wait to see what she looks like.

I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.