That is so calling my name. Dang, I miss my hog...sigh..
It was in the 60s and people were out on bikes.
My soul felt like it was being ripped apart.
I almost turned around and came back for the bike but then I thought better of it.
He’s sick and waiting for his palliative cures and I’m out goofing on back roads?
*sigh*
The call of duty, indeed.
:-\