In a rare move, I skipped my ward's monthly Friendship Dinner tonight. I just really did not fancy the idea of getting back in my truck and going anywhere.
Which is just one of the many reasons why I was surprised with myself when I lobbied to go on a motorcycle ride with my dad and his girlfriend in search of pie. I usually have to be coaxed into going on a ride, but tonight I blurted out, "I wanna go!" before I knew what I was saying. Every time I ride, I get a little more comfortable. I'm hoping this is a good sign, as I plan to take the Team Arizona course when it cools off for good. On the way home, it pleasantly sprinkled. It's like having the windows down but better.
Dad: "Do you know how to get on the back with the saddlebags there?"
Me: "I get on from the left like with a horse, right?"
Dad: "Right. You put your foot on this peg, put your hands on my shoulders, and swing your leg over."
Me: "Like a horse."
Dad: "Right. Just stand straight up."
Me: "Yeah, like a horse."
Listening to: Once Upon a Time
Reading: The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson