...I look out the window into the cold and rain, there is my friend; cold metallic lines draped under tarp and binding cords....
...those days in the sun, she rode behind me... her glistening eyes alert to all the beauty around us...
...who said a Harley can't be yellow?
monet:
thank you so much for the sweet comment in my journal. 
monica:
yea! and pink too while we're on the subject ?!