Yesterday Tom and I rather spontaneously entered Phase II of our collective mid-life crisis.
We got a new bike.
We used to ride, then we stopped - for reasons that don't seem so important anymore.
Yesterday, for Father's Day, we headed to the dealership and signed the papers on a new to us Harley.
She is so like us.
With the tour pack and windshield on, she is really quite practical.
Off, and she is so damn badass.
We rode around a little today - just getting a feel for it again.
It came back like - um - well - like riding a bike.
As we put her in the garage I made a connection I hadn't made at the dealership: She is exactly the same color as my first bicycle. My Schwinn Fair Lady with the white sparkly banana seat.
Probably. But still...