Over the weekend I had a chance to enjoy some throttle therapy in the company of a really wonderful man, we’ll call him The Biker.

Now,  I’ve known who he was for a long time, and even recently began friendly chat and banter.  Then, after becoming an avid reader of Marvi Marti, he suggested a day of riding and enjoying one another’s company.  I had one of the  single best,  most enjoyable days in I cannot begin to remember.  Okay with the possible exception of when I was getting off the back of his Harley, got my foot caught and fell backward, sustaining a concussion. BUT I am okay.

Some might wonder, since he is a biker, as in the real deal not a weekend road riding Harley owner, if I have completely knocked all sense loose.  I rather prefer to say I knocked some IN to my rather hard head.  His heart is made of gold and I’ve never known anyone quite like him.  But that is all I’m going to reveal for now.

As for the garden gate and him having a key? He chose to scale the wall, rather unconventional, and totally got my attention. Imagine that.

I think he could have written this song.   I always  have had a thing for the bad boy/rebel types.

(Oh  and it is NOT my video, I just borrowed it, as it has the  lyrics, and I LOVE the lyrics and the perfect fit to The Biker)