Susan
That Romance Author Lady
After goofing around all afternoon, trying to fool hubby via sms into thinking I'd taken his CBF 1000 over the Salmo-Creston summit, with him egging me on, I finally found out he had the key with him.
But he didn't have the key to his Interceptor. :Sport:
So . . .
Obviously I had to take myself to Tim Horton's for a maple-pecan danish (that's me in front of Tim's, which you can't see because I can't aim my phone worth beans). Because those danishes are yummy! And even if he probably didn't completely mean it, he said I could ride his bike.
The only bad thing about his is, he also said (assuming it would deter me, which it came close to doing) that if I ride his bike, he gets to ride mine.
The FZ6, by the way, is a much nicer ride.
But he didn't have the key to his Interceptor. :Sport:
So . . .
The only bad thing about his is, he also said (assuming it would deter me, which it came close to doing) that if I ride his bike, he gets to ride mine.
The FZ6, by the way, is a much nicer ride.