JUST LIKE RIDING A BIKE
After reading a couple of the nasty comments posted for yesterday's blog, I was going to shamelessly put up another picture of my granddaughter wearing a shirt that sported "Little Devil" on the front.
Instead, I'll shamelessly post a picture of my Valentine's present from Spud.
Because couples who play together, stay together, Spud and I share a love for motorcycling. Almost every year in March we attend Daytona Bike Week, and last year, the itch to ride again got the best of me.
So Spud, the loving man he is, went out and bought me a Harley that's almost identical to the one I sold eight years ago after I decided there are too many crazies on New Jersey roads not to have protective metal around you.
I know I said I'd never ride again, but because women have the prerogative, I changed my mind.
You should never say never, anyway.