We brought the 1100 Gold Wing home Saturday; Sunday Cliff went for two five-minute rides (one with me on board, one alone), just to see what she felt like. But we had no insurance or license, so he couldn't really go far.
Yesterday we went to see our insurance man, fifteen miles to the south, and got that taken care of. Then we drove back past our house and went to Lexington, to the east, to get license. Going inside, we were confronted by a line that reached all the way to the door. We hadn't realized that driver's tests are done on Monday and Friday. Poor timing.
"Let's go next door to the Mexican place and eat," Cliff said. "Maybe the crowd won't be so bad when we come back."
So we split a quesadilla fajita meal between us. The crowd was no smaller when we returned. We waited in line for at least forty-five minutes, finally got things taken care of, and returned home at 1 P.M. Cliff leaves for work at 2:30, and he needs a little quiet time and rest before he leaves. So we didn't get to ride.
Today there's Cliff's health fair at work: because he has to be fasting for the blood tests, and they don't want to make him starve all day, they let him get to work at ten, have his blood drawn, and then feed him breakfast. He'll put in his eight hours and leave at 6:30, arriving home at 7:30 this evening: so again, no ride.
But tomorrow, the forecast promises sunny skies and a high of 75 degrees. Finally, we should be able to hit the road legally and get the feel of our "new" old bike.
Meanwhile, I do have a horse.