Riding around with boys….


(sung to the tune of Proud Mary) 

It wouldda been a good day for it, I’ll admit that.

In fact it was the weather that I commented on to him when he pulled up next to me at the stoplight, on his prettyshiny orange motorcycle.  It really was a beautiful day for a ride.

Talking at 50 mph through my window, he proceeded to tell me I should park my car and hop on and ride off with him or give him my number or marry him.

And I laughed and said “my old man wouldn’t like that much,” but the truth is that really, despite his age being somewhere around 50, he was too young for me, I’ve outgrown the desire to run off with just anybody and I don’t need somebody to drive.

I took the long way home.


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