To trapse, perchance, to ride…
It’s now getting a bit cold(er) here in Nashville. Not quite the frozen tundra of the north, but the mercury is starting that slow shimmy down the thermometer. The trees have started the process of redecorating their leaves or shedding that colorful coat only to be peeped by onlookers with binoculars.
I am wistfully remembering the longer, warmer days of…well, several weeks ago. With true indignation of the cold and I have begun to dream of other opportunities to ride my motorcycle. And, I think I might have just found the trick to kill some of the wintertime blues…
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