Humlun, you're right…I am unbelievable. … I didn't go.

My sons actually talked me out of it. Their argument was if I feel that unsure to have to take an additional course, then I shouldn't be driving a motorcycle anymore. And then they tried to convince me to sell the Chopper and buy a sporty convertible. The thought of sitting in an open car …without a huge heavy helmet on, and those horrible padded motorcycle clothing, that makes me look like an inflated balloon, really sounded appealing.

I know Hubby was disappointed. He still loves to drive his bike and we had planned to do some nice tours…but he did say he couldn't live with himself if I did have an accident…Soooo I have buried that 'Hot Rod Wild Lady' chapter forever. It was a fun time…and I'm glad we could enjoy all those fabulous trips without one single accident. I feel like I better not provoke destiny.

Psssst, … a load has been taken off my shoulders.