We rode the motorcycle to pay the sales tax and get it licensed. We stopped at Wal-Mart to get a few things Cliff needed for Lightning (our bike) before our planned trip this weekend, and also went in a couple of other places. At each successive stop, my hair looked worse than the before; Cliff put that orange baseball cap on me before we went into Walmart, figuring anything would be an improvement.
I got some strange looks, but I can understand why: Here's an aging woman wearing a purple-fringed leather jacket, an orange baseball cap, and old lady shoes. I'll bet I've set the "biker" image back fifty years.
There were some summer cotton hats on clearance in Walmart for fifty cents, so Cliff helped me choose one for myself, and one for each of the granddaughters. Looking at the above pictures, though, I think the hat looks just as silly as the cap!
That does it, I'm buying a do-rag next time we're in a bike shop.
I don't know when Cliff and I have had so many laughs.