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The Cold Ride- part one

“You’d better wear your thermals,” my husband warned as he came inside with the motorcycle cover bundled up in front of him. “It’s only 39 degrees out there!” “Don’t worry, I’ve got them on,” I assured him in a muffled … Continue reading

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A different ride- the eventual end

The final night of a weekend Harley trip is smooth going down but leaves a bitter after taste. Our HOG chapter president offered to have dinner delivered for the whole group of thirty riders, and we gladly accepted. After riding … Continue reading

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A different ride- part three

  One of the differences between a HOG day ride and an overnighter is how you feel the next day. On a day ride, you roll out of bed the next morning, headed back to work, adventure over. However, on … Continue reading

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A different ride- part two

  The line of Harleys snaked over the windswept mountains, scattered ranch houses our only company. No people or animals appeared. When did these people work on their land? The lonely hills rolled off into the distance in front of … Continue reading

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The Frozen Ride

  “You’d better wear your thermals,” my husband warned as he came inside with the motorcycle cover bundled up in front of him. “It’s only 39 degrees out there!” “Don’t worry, I’ve got them on,” I assured him in a … Continue reading

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The Biker Bar

Suddenly, the appointed time arrived, and we scattered to our motorcycles, zipping up jackets and securing helmets. My husband nodded, and I slid in behind him on our Harley. The noise was deafening as the group lined up. Two by … Continue reading

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They’ll Never Understand Why We Ride

Even though my back was stiff, I smiled at my co-workers in the lounge. One of my teacher friends squinted at me and asked, “How was your weekend?” “Frank and I rode with the HOGs through the mountains to Borrego … Continue reading

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