Bikers. They can always tell you the weather. They tell you if the roads are wet or dry. Some bikers only drive a motorcycle.
My Uncle Jack volunteered to pick up dinner, he told us he was going to pick up ribs. Yum! I love ribs. While we waited for him to arrive we prepared side dishes and fixed up the table. It was a nice summer day so we waited for him out side on the patio. It was getting a bit late and we wondered where he could be.
If you know someone with a motorcycle that drives it often to see you, you start to know the sound of their bike. As I took a swig of my beer I could slightly hear the rumbles of a Harley-Davidson: Police Special Road King. I look at my brother confused. “Wait…who was getting the food?” I asked. Surely Uncle Jack didn’t pick up ribs for 7 people with the bike…Yeah I was incorrect about that one.
I took him a little long to get to the house because he was driving extra careful…that’s understood. Between the careful driving, the secured lid and the bungee cords, the food made it to us very safely. I’m don’t ride a motorcycle(well not yet) but if I did I’m not sure if I would have attempted this one.
