Biker Chick

luci on bike


Never in a million years did Luci ever think she’d ever be doing this while growing up in Russia.

Her first motorcycle ride might as well be a good one, and she and my old buddy Paul took off into the wild, blue yonder on a 1450 c.c. Harley-Davidson Heritage Softail. Something she’ll never forget.

I’m just not impressed with all the new tattoos she came back with, along with the cigarette dangling out of her mouth while waving a chain and yelling “Whoopee, let’s party!”.


Today it’s Ottawa to see Frank and the gang. It should be a dandy time, with a whack of old Orillia friends living there. And of course I love Ottawa. It was my home for 17 years. I’m just not crazy about their hockey team.

After that it’s time to buckle down. Montreal beckons.

3 thoughts on “Biker Chick”

  1. Robert, sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. It’s been really busy at a busy house. I guess we’ll be taking the 417 down. It’ll be much quicker I think. And probably tomorrow.

  2. You’ll save about 40 minutes. I was hoping you’d pass by Cornwall and we could meet up. Lots of opportunity for that later.

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