C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R

If any of you are on the fence about just how cool I am, I'll have you know that I was out "terrorizing the neighborhood" (as my amazing husband Jim would say) on my very own Motorcycle just last night.

Before you make your decision, I need to let you know that this was a last minute thing. Safety gear check - I was already wearing long pants (gray dress pants from work). I had to change my shoes. Where are my boots? Never mind, here are my tennis shoes. Need something long sleeved? I'll throw this denim shirt on over my short sleeved dress shirt. Eye protection? It was starting to get too dark for sunglasses so I wore a pair of Jim's safety glasses. And of course, my helmet. I'm really sorry to say that I don't have a picture of this ensemble. My neighbors Allison and Tania were out running as I was riding by. I'm sure that their faces were more amused than awed or impressed.

Here is a picture of me looking a little bit cooler (Biker wise) than I did last night.

I'm also sorry to say that the reason I was out riding last night was that today, I sold my bike. That trip around the 'hood last night was my first time in a couple of years I'd been out riding on my own. I guess I'm more of a back seat rider than a front seat rider. (Because you know, you don't drive a motorcycle, you ride it).

Don't worry, we only sold my little beat up brown thing that if you don't live in my neighborhood, you've never seen. We still have our "really" cool bike, the Indian Chief and don't have any plans to get rid of that one any time soon.