I coaxed her to climb aboard, and to go for the Byrd ride. We turned onto Byrd accelerated to the piping and flew. When we landed and stopped both Dave and Ken were amazed by the amount of air under Mary's blue jeans. Luckily the sissy bar mounted on my bike kept her from going off the back. Her comment on the ride.
Lets do it again.
Next time over she had a much firmer grip around my middle. On a fall Sunday afternoon's weekend ride, life was beautiful, no guard duty, fresh pockets from payday, and our bikes were running great. I had the world by the tail. We made our way to Byrd. The three of us sat at the four-way stop and gazed toward the launch pad.