His Ninja gleamed in the sun. He spent hours working on it to make it run as fast and smooth as possible. Weekends, he could be found racing along the long, curving, country roads with his buddies. One day a spit of wet sand caught his tire…months of recuperation from broken bones.
My ex-husband was an avid motorcycle rider and racer. He took a few spills during his riding career and ended up with broken bones on occasion…luckily nothing worse. I went riding with him many times on his Kawasaki Ninja!
Trying my hand at Mr. Knowitall’s Flash Friday 55: http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/