The Harley is primed and I'm ready to roll. The wife walks out through the garage as I'm putting on my helmet.
"Going somewhere?" she asks.
"Just heading around Maryland - wanna go?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Five hours and 145 miles later I come rolling in - happy.
"It's about time," she says. "I had plans involving a mall and shopping. It's a Sunday - and you know we always do that."
"Sorry, dear," I told her. "I really do need to mow that lawn now..."
I need to convince her to ride.
Enjoy Life.
