Taking the scoot for a ride this sunny Sunday morning. Weather is looking good - about 45 heading toward 60.
I ask the Kid if he wants to catch a ride with me...
"Nowhere to go," he says.
"I need to stop by the office," I tell him, knowing how he likes a destination when he rides.
"I don't like your office area."
"We'll take the back roads... twisties!" I try to find some enthusiasm. Nothing.
"I don't like twisties," he says, starring at me.
"I think you just don't want to ride with me.."
He shrugs.
I relate the conversation to my wife.
"I don't blame him," she says. "You're just an accident waiting to happen."
Damn.
Riding alone again - naturally.
