Bob finally talked me into going for a ride on the back of his motorcycle.
But it turned out to be great fun.
Once we got out of the city, it was all open prairie, beautiful country roads and pretty little towns.
The only thing I didn’t like was going over railroad tracks.
I’ve seen plenty of Saturday morning cartoons.
I know that railroad tracks are where the anvil always drops.
By the end of the day I was very saddle sore.
But it was fun.
Now I have a long list of places I want to ride.
Bob has created a monster.