Sometimes I'm grateful for significant blessings, sometimes it's the little things that catch my attention. Tonight it's one of those little things. Yesterday I rode my sidecar bike to Warren, PA, about an hour's drive south of us. In the morning when I left home, it was only about 45 degrees, a bit of a chilly ride no matter how you cut it. I was bundled well enough and made the trip without incident. It was warmer for the return trip, but there was a misty rain for the first twenty miles, so by the time I got home, my legs were pretty damp even if the moisture hadn't been able to penetrate my leather jacket.
Today I rode to church. It was a nice morning, no incidents. This evening I drove it back to church again for SOTA (School Of The Arts) to teach bass. On the way home as I rounded the bend down by my daughter's home, the bike suddenly didn't want to steer. I backed off the throttle, but it still wanted to track straight. Fortunately, nothing was coming as I crossed lanes to the side road on the bend. I limped the last half mile home on a flat front tire. I am grateful that a) nothing was coming as I (almost) rounded the bend, and b) that it didn't happen last night in the rain twenty miles from home.
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