No more riding my own Harley. Daisy Deuce went to a new home yesterday.
We had a great ten years, but it was time for her to go where she'd be ridden
more often than she was with me. No more Teddy Bear Runs, no more ice cream
rides, no more trips to Hog Valley (there really is a place called Hog Valley in FL!).
At least not with me.
I have to admit I shed a tear when she left. I don't know why I thought she'd
be rolled onto a trailer and towed away. She's better than that. Her new owner
gave her the once over, handed me a tidy sum, and then threw a leg over her seat.
She started right up for him and before I could pat her on the fender, she was on
her way down the driveway. I didn't know I'd be so emotional when the time came.












