Tiny little dream this time:
I was riding my scooter along a country road — one lane each way, gravel siding, untrimmed grass beyond that, telephone poles, etc. I came upon my friends Roger and David walking along the siding, so I stopped to give them a ride.That’s pretty much it. Roger, David, and I were all in Washington DC last weekend for Mid-Atlantic Leather, and we were on the same flight coming back. They offered me a ride home (since they live nearby), but my boyfriend was coming to pick me up, so I passed.
My scooter was now a motorcycle built for three — three complete seats. I didn’t have spare helmets for them, and in fact didn’t have one for myself. I pulled the hood of a black rain coat over my head to disguise the lack of a helmet and we rode along, hoping to not encounter any cops.
Eventually the land beyond the road sloped away down to the ocean or a big lake. We pulled over to stop — I don’t know if it was to let them off or to look at the body of water — and the bike skidded and threatened to tip over in the gravel.
In June 2009, I had a small spill on my scooter, pulling into a gravel parking lot.
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