California has it’s fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps not as bad as
some areas of the country, but then, you wouldn’t be riding a motorcycle in
December if you lived in Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining
like hell that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a Honda
CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking forward to getting home to
the apartment I shared with Tanya, where she would be waiting for me with
warm dry clothes.

Thursdays were the best. My four-day week ended, giving me three days to
enjoy, and it meant that Tanya’s weekend started. I hated her graveyard
shifts, but it did mean we relished the nights we actually slept together. (more…)