The sun was slowly sinking to my right as sidekick and I rounded the curve into an open stretch of single lane asphalt. Another hour or so and it would be dark. Enough time to ride thru Gettysburg and get home fairly early...maybe. Time seems to fly on the Harley.
The shadow of the bike rode silent beside us and I could see sidekick's shadow head poking up through the top of her bag as we cruised the back road - she watching the world we were leaving behind.
The light breeze was cool and rippling through my hair, it's effects also visible in the shadow. What a perfect day, I thought. And the wind across my head feels...
The wind through my hair feels like...
Uh-oh.
I glance at the shadow again. Yep, the wind was certainly rippling through my hair.
Except it shouldn't be.
Crap.
State law...
One hundred miles later we pull into the garage. There it sits, just where I sat it.
Oh well, fun while it lasted.
