and discouraged me for the last few years. You’re getting older, slower reflexes, what if you get hurt, I love you, etc.
So, for our anniversary this past May, he bought me a Harley. Not a chick bike either. I rode years ago, and was having big fun. Right up until I dropped it, in a rather embarrassing fashion, on a steep hill at the end of our road. My fault, stupid rookie mistake caused by steep hill, unlevel ground and my really short legs. I was at a stop, tried to save it, and succeeded in helping the bike knock me to the ground, bang up both knees really good and ruin my best jeans.
It scared him to death, while it only pissed me off (he is somewhat of a newbie motorcycle rider).
So…He decided I should start hunting again, way less dangerous. The Big Horse’s new oversized-no-way-he’s-gonna-outgrow-this-one 4Star trailer will be here Tuesday, I’ve been on the hunt trail ride on a lovely horse belonging to my friend’s daughter who is expecting and isn’t riding. The Big Horse and I are going to foxhunting boot camp next weekend for three days, so I should be ready.
You guys will get exactly how excited I am to be back out.
I’ve got all the luck I need, wish me guts. The Irish kind.
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