Thursday evening Studly Doright and I rode to dinner on our respective motorcycles. We’d bought mine secondhand from a man in Panama City and spent Wednesday cleaning it up, checking it over, and airing up the tires. The bike isn’t pristine, but it’ll do nicely.
So, tonight was my maiden voyage on my 400 Yamaha Majesty. I got all ready to ride: helmet, gloves, long pants, and boots. It was so hot outside Studly said we could dispense with our riding jackets since we weren’t riding very far.
Off we went, Studly in the lead and me following at the prescribed distance. The first few miles of riding was on a gentle, two-lane backroad where I got to know the bike, noting where the mirrors needed to be adjusted, and the handlebars raised, and just generally remembering how to ride. All was good.
Until, that is, we merged onto a four-lane road where the speeds were considerably faster and my shirt, which I’d forgotten to tuck in began rising to expose my 63.75-year-old, lily white belly. At one point my bra, in all its grandmotherly glory, was in danger of being exposed.
I held my arms as close to my sides as possible, but not so much as to impede my ability to ride safely. People were passing us in cars, slowing down, it seemed to see how much higher my shirt might climb. I could almost sense their phones being set to camera mode so that my less than flat stomach could be captured for posterity.
So, in the next couple of days if you see a photo on the internet of an almost elderly woman riding on a white mega scooter with her even whiter belly reflecting the sun in all its glory, it might be me. I’m hoping it isn’t, but it just might be.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I am remembering the time Study was flashed by three women in a car.
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Yes. One of his fondest memories. 🤣
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Leslie…may I say that is some pic of you. (Now just don’t say a word okay.?)
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🤫
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LOL!!
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Ha! Consider yourself a trend-setter! 😎
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Oh mercy! With my less than flat tummy exposed for all the world to see! I was mortified.
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That area is my mortifying spot too. Blah.
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I can just picture my little donut poking up above my pants.
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That was a very funny adventure. I could imagine you trying to hold your shirt down in the wind. Wonderful!
John
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The awful thing is, I KNOW BETTER! This wasn’t my first rodeo. But, it had been awhile since I’d ridden, and that’s the story I’ll keep telling myself.
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Some of our best stories and adventures come from when we know better. You made my Friday. Thank you!
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😏
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Funny story to start my day!!!
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Even as it was happening I thought, “dang, this has to be blogged.”
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Oh, that is awesome! Just think, you may have just made someone’s day!
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Ha! Might have! I know I was mortified!
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Your mishap made me laugh. I can see it. And I know how distracting something, anything, can be when you are concentrating on riding. You had no choice but to “Let it Go.” Glad you had a safe maiden voyage.
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Oh Flo! It was awful! And I was trailing David, so he had no idea.
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Aw you sound glorious and so does your belly. If they judge your belly and miss the fact you are riding a motorcycle then they’re just plain stupid. Good on ya for being free and wild
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That’s really sweet of you!
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