RETURN OF THE HOGSTER
It was a Florida tailwind.
We blew into town 18 hours after leaving the Sunshine State and its near perfect weather of 72 degrees and beautiful blue skies dotted with puffy white clouds.
Even though I left behind most of my family and the warm temperatures, I also left behind the nagging apprehension I had harbored for almost eight years of getting back on the motorcycle.
Conquering one’s fears is a satisfying feeling. If only it were that easy with anything scary.
In any case, it's good to be home to sleep in my own bed and see Darling Daughter and my sweet little grandbabies.
Hippie HOG Nana has returned!