first day out

I was walking into the market and noticed a Harley sportster parked on the sidewalk. I generally don't like Harley's but whatever it looks nice there. When I get in the store I see my old neighbor Daniella. She's decked out in leather fringe jacket, chaps and a Harley bandanna. I'm wearing my lace up oil tans, Levi's and my Dianese jacket. Cock fight is on. We're standing in the middle of traffic at the front of the store, rush hour, bragging about our bikes, sharing stories about short legs and safety classes. Our swords are out and it's fun.

I had just finished my first ride since having surgery on both my hands and I'm feeling tired and exhilarated and my hands, wrists and muscles hurt. But what I don't feel is numbness. I can tell the ride will help loosen the scar tissue and it's worth the immediate discomfort. Daniella is cute in her fringe and we talk about houses and relationships, H1N1 (her housemate has it) and more about motorcycles.

I get my soup, bread and my spices, she gets her antiseptic wipes and wine and we head out for home hoping it's nice enough for a ride tomorrow.