Night riding

We went out for wings and a ride. While at The Clark House, I had hot wings and The Hamburglar had, well, a hamburger. It was all good! But we felt sorry for a skinny biker dude who had shown up on an old Harley nucklehead; when he and his old lady were going to leave, that's when things got embarrassing. The bike had a kick starter, and this poor guy just couldn't turn the engine over. After about 10 minutes, it finally started and everyone who was on the patio whooped, hollered, and applauded!

We left a little later and took a ride on the back roads around the lake. That's when all hell broke loose. In the middle of a dark, rural, tree-lined road, a rainstorm hit! The rain was unbearably heavy and the wind kicked up like a mini tornado!!! Neither of us could breathe, it literally took our breath away! The Hamburglar was amazing at maneuvering the bike in the zero visibility under the pressure of not being seen from behind by any cars that would have come from behind (as there had been before the storm).

I kept whimpering out loud to pull over once we emerged from the dark road into an area of houses and driveways. We dis for a moment to catch our breath, then kept going until we reached a Dairy Queen with a known shelter. And at that moment the rain stopped. Hahaha!!! Gee, thanks!

Soaked to the bone, we got back on the bike and took a slow ride home. It was dangerous, fun, scary, and wild - and it was the kind of ride you just can't make up.

-Springer Queen