Sunday mornings with good weather...
Last year I knew it was Sunday morning when at 7:30 am Bob the retired neighbor would start mowing his lawn. I admit I was dreading that part of spring. Imagine my surprise when this Sunday instead of the annoying buzz of the lawnmower, I woke to the beautiful purr of a Harley Davidson engine. I have new neighbors across the street. I met them once when they first moved in. They told us then that they were bike people. Well, bike people around my neighborhood usually means the stereotypical granola, Birkenstock, pedals to work type person not someone with a lovely black and chrome Softail or a black, flame-painted chopper complete with sissy bar. It makes getting up early on a Sunday morning quite pleasant. I think I really like the new neighbors.
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