Bambi’s Mom can be a Killer!
My late hubby and I used to go to DC from Boston every year for Rolling Thunder. Often, we would ride in the Parade, attend the rally, and ten go riding to some nearby Civil War Battlefields or even out to West Virginia or the Blue Ridge Parkway. He had a big FLH Ultra which was comfortable, but unable to keep up with my scooter. I always had to ride lead anyway, because I inherited my sense of direction from my First Nation Ancesters, and he inherited his from Moses. (That was a running joke with us, as Moses took 40 years to do a journey that could have taken a few weeks at most.) :-)
I loved that man. RIP.
This is so funny:
“I inherited my sense of direction from my First Nation Ancesters, and he inherited his from Moses. (That was a running joke with us, as Moses took 40 years to do a journey that could have taken a few weeks at most.) :-)