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Riding the Hog

If you're my mother, I suggest you don't read this. If you're my sister, you may not want to read this either. In fact, if you are blood related to me or someone who doesn't like motorcycles or one of the few who simply don't realize that the world revolves around me... you might want to pretend this post never even existed.

Ok, now that no one is reading this:

I went for a ride on a Harley last night. I rode "bitch" while a friend handled all the complexities of clutch, steering, throttle and being a bug shield for me. It was actually my first time out on a motorcycle. We went down mostly back roads which gave me a chance to see a lot more of the areas around Tracy. I surprised myself by having a good time and not screaming like a girl the entire time. I think I might have even been so butch as to spit and scratch my nuts a few times on the road.