You pull in the clutch and twist the throttle back hard, letting your engine sing at the rev limiter as you ride by. That’s how bikers say hello sometimes.
It’s march break and a group of kids are out. They hear you coming and cheer at the roaring beast. “Mommy look! A Motorcycle!” You slow down and under your scarf a lonely face turns into a bitter sweet “F*** yeah!” smile.
This was your first ride of 2013, sad, sweet, but full of promise for an amazing season to come.
Welcome back to the woman who’s stood by me the longest. My motorcycle.