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We took a long motorcycle ride on Sunday.
And boy, there was a lot of roadkill out there.
I’ve never seen so much of it.
There were racoons and coyotes.
And lots and lots of pigs.
I’m almost certain I saw chupacabra on the side of the road.
I guess y’all can rest easy now.
Unless there is more than one chupacabra.
In that case, carry on, and continue to worry.
We went for another long motorcycle ride.
This time, it was not as terrifying.
Provided, of course, that I did not peek at the speedometer.
I had a much easier time getting on and off the bike.
I was nowhere near graceful.
But I was far less Frankenstein-y.
At this point, less Frankenstein-y is great progress
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.