The National Bike Convention opened today. O and I were there to check out the displays.
It’s been two years since I’ve been on a bike. I don’t really miss it. But this afternoon looking at all the big bikes parked and displayed; looking at all the riders in their gear, I felt a pang. The more we were talking to friends, the more I was caught up in the excitement of riding the bike again.
Maybe later this year, our Katie monster will be fixed and we will be on the road again. I miss the dirt and sweat and thrill of the trip. I even miss riding in the rain and falling on the mud. I am crazy.
If we get a sibling for Katie though, it won’t be from the same family anymore. Maybe a Strom?