BS Gal
Voted Nicest in 08
So, hubby's bike is waiting for a part and so I, with my permit, leave the house on my own and then end up going to see friends in the neighborhood and I am gone for, like 30 minutes, he's out looking for me....geez, can't a girl have some fun without being worried about? We got to chatting and.....he meets me in the truck on my way back and, naturally, I can't stop well, so... end of story. His bike is out of commission. Who wants to play tomorrow and teach a moron how to ride?