Cliff and I did have a great time last weekend; there were funny moments I'd share, but it's the "you'd have to be there" kind of thing.
Case in point: There are microphones in our helmets, which makes conversation easy as we go. On the way down, we chatted a lot. If there was a lull in the conversation, I'd sing, and Cliff would say things like, "That's pretty, Babe."
Until I decided to sing "Away Out On The Mountain", an old Jimmy Rogers song; it has a yodeling part in it, and I went right into it... only I don't yodel well. And of course it was right in poor Cliff's ear. He laughed so hard, I'm surprised he was able to stay on the road.
Coming home, we were a lot quieter. Remember, we're both past sixty, and our bones were starting to protest four to five hours of motorcycle-riding a day, for three days straight.
I thank God for keeping us safe on the road and allowing us to see the beauty of the Ozarks together, one more time.