thank the ceiling for small favors... after a very busy weekend of traveling and shooting (new jersey and connecticut), i found myself back at home on sunday evening preparing for a date that never happened. he was tired. feeling slightly deflated about the way this new romance had fizzled, i decided to take a stranger up on his offer to take me on a bike ride... and by bike, i mean the real kind.. the motorcycle.
we did a full swoop of lower manhattan, at about 70 miles an hour, the wind blasting me in the face, my legs doing their duty of keeping me on the bike... and a grin deliciously plastered across my face. overall i never loved living in southern california, but i certainly do miss those weekend bike rides out ortega highway... stopping randomly for beers and mexican food. last night i had a taste of that again, and boy... it was just what i needed. JUST... WHAT... I... NEEDED!
until next weekend, when we ride again... i'll be here enjoying the smile that won't leave my face.
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you are making me miss those nights over a decade ago when I used to do this....
ahhh...to feel the wind in my hair and on my face again **sigh**
i'm impressed you got up to 70 miles an hour in manhattan!
rachel... some time next summer if i come back to washington we should rent bikes and have an adventure day!!
arija... it was amazing, i cant even tell you. of course i was screaming for him to go faster, but cabs were in the way.
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