For the first time ever, I took my motorcycle out before the hubby wrangled his ride out of the garage. And as I was cruising around with the middle one riding shotgun, I was thinking about how easy it was getting back on. The feet and hands working their magic; brake, clutch, throttle, shift.
And then the thought,"It's just like falling off a bike," flashed through my brain.
Falling? not falling, RIDING a bike. Let's all hope and pray for a safe biking season, motorized or otherwise.