my friend, jan, and i have been making comments on facebook about our youth when we rode on motorcycles. i commented how, since we had no helmet laws in those days, it felt wonderful feeling the wind whipping through your hair...it also tangled my long, curly locks something fierce.
it's interesting how some memories of days long gone linger with you forever. you remember quite clearly even how the air or the sun felt on your skin and you remember the emotions the moment roused in you. i loved the free feeling of riding on motorcycles and i loved the excitement of riding with boys who were a little rough around the edges. none were in gangs, though, because that would have scared me to death.
i look in the mirror and i see a grey haired lady in her 70's and that's how everyone else sees me. but deeper inside is the young girl with long chestnut hair flowing behind her as she sweeps through the streets on a motorcycle driven by a leather clad young man. it's nice that she's still there.
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