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I got tagged with a meme over on Musings, and I got reminded doing that meme, how much I used to enjoy riding motorcycles with my dad. Daddy was never a big talker when I was at home, though he does talk a lot more now. Riding was something we could do together that was fun for both of us, but did not require conversation.

Riding a motorcycle was naturally easy for me, but man, he hated taking my mom, because she was so tense on the back of the bike that it made the motorcycle hard to control. He always insisted that we wear a motorcycle helmet when we were on the bike, and I have never seen him on a bike without one, either.

Man, I miss that. I think the last time I went I was pregnant with DS#1, so more than 8 years. Daddy gave up his motorcycle endorsement not too long after that. On days like today………I could really use a ride, nothing to talk about, nothing to think, just the noise of the road in my head, and nothing else matters.

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