A good day starts with a motorcycle ride. Alone with the wind. Feet and hands remembering the drill: clutch, break, shift, accelerate.
A good day starts with a stint at the track. Walking fast. Muscles working. Quiet laps, and a view of my bike waiting to take me home.
A good day starts with a marathon of Dora the Explorer Bingo. Roja, rosada, amarilla, verde
A good day starts with warm sunshine and cool breezes. A hammock, and a basket of wool to be spun.
A good day starts with a call from my brother. He'll be over for another motorcycle lesson sometime.
A good day starts and the best of the day follows.
1 comment:
I just have such a hard time imagining you as a biker chick
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