The sun is coming up on another cool but beautiful morning, the Harley is waiting in the garage and I will be on it soon for a ride and breakfast.
A few months ago, it was still a question over whether or not I could ever ride a motorcycle again. Doctors resolved that question in May, granting what could be — at best — called reluctant clearing to ride and, with my wife’s blessing, I climbed back on board after an 18-month sabattical.
Amy will soon be joining me on a regular basis with her new Can-Am three-wheeler.
The road awaits.