Today I’m talking motorcycles with Susquehanna Writers…
My transformation is almost complete.
“Where the devil did I put those gloves?” I mutter.
By “gloves,” I don’t mean winter gloves. I mean riding gloves.
Because today—for a few hours, at least—I am, simply…a biker chick. Today I will seek comfort and tranquility where I have found it so many times before: in the arms of an “iron horse.”