“Sometimes the truth can be
Feeling so relaxed after laying in the sun all day…and then having a late afternoon, slightly chilly breeze blowing thru my thin tee shirt…my eyes slowly started to close and I just ‘ever so lightly’ put my head down on Hank’s back.
Before I knew what was going on…Hank had abruptly pulled over to the side of the road on the gravel shoulder. My semi-closed eyes flew wide open.
I quickly raised up my head and looked around…wondering if “we were there” or at least “somewhere”.
“What the hell were you doing? You can’t fall asleep on a bike! You want to fall off and hit that asphalt going 70 miles an hour?”
Hank was yelling at me and pointing angrily to the black highway next to us. Just then a car flew by us so fast, I couldn’t even see who was driving.
“Were we really going that fast?” I asked. “Wow!”
Yes. Yes. I know! I was obviously missing the point since Hank was not smiling…nor was he answering my question.
Bob and Franny had driven past us but now had turned back, circled around and parked next to us.
“What’s up, man?” asked Bob. Franny was peering out from behind his shoulder…she looked pretty happy. Well good for her.
She wasn’t getting yelled at…by a complete stranger no less.
“She started to fall asleep…” said Hank. He had gotten off his bike and was trying to light a cigarette. I could see his hand was shaking a little…
“Didn’t you give her the “passenger instruction” spiel?” asked Bob…looking first at Hank and then at me.
“Why would I?” said Hank…sounding totally exasperated and talking about me like I wasn’t even there.
“She’s ridden hundreds of times on her brother’s Harley!” He looked over at me…and shook his head in disbelief.
It was at this point, that Franny…my FORMER best friend…burst out laughing…and she really shouldn’t have done that.