In order to keep my promise, I stayed inside and dared not go outside. Somehow, I spent about an hour on the internet reading about what else, but VStars and modification techniques. My fix was almost there.
I later took my wonderful wife and son to lunch at Ruby Tuesdays. Then it happened. As we sat looking out the window, two beautiful bikes rode by. Then a group of about fifteen riders stop in front of the restaurant at the traffic light. I was a prisoner inside the building, looking like a child watching his friends play in the yard through a window, knowing he can't join them. I tried not to study them too much, knowing Belinda was surely studying me.
On the way home, the rainstorms that had been threatening all day, finally moved in. I was relieved, because I knew that when I got home, I would have to enter the shed. Which, of course, would lead me to giving in and going riding. The rain saved me. Maybe saved my marriage for the day in some small manner.
After being home in the rain, Belinda decided we should get out of the house and go check out the flea market. But I was on a mission, a mission based on madness. I had to buy something for my bike. I struck gold at the flea market. I found new stickers for my helmet. How can a biker have a helmet without stickers. Belinda even helped me pick them out. I spent a whopping $2.25 for a fix. One that we both agreed on.
My new sticker.....
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
Yep, it's all me.
