The Wind in My Hair

Who knew that the nation's terrible economic state and the high prices of gasoline would or could result in a new adventure for me?
My lady and man "took the old Harley on a [two-] day cruise" (as Travis Tritt sings). They left on Friday and returned the very next day in time to get home and see Tennessee get a butt-whippin' by those Georgia Dawgs. Anyway, since gas prices are so high and since my Bernie's house was on their way home, they thought they'd pick me up on the Harley. Oh yes, they did! It's true! I know what you're thinking: you're thinking, "Tuffy such a scaredy cat, he wouldn't ever do something so gutsy as to ride on a motorcycle." Well, guess what? I did ride on the Harley and I loved it! Still don't believe me?

How's this for proof? Yes, you're eyes are correct: that's me in the rear-view! Need more proof?

Hair doesn't blow like this sitting still! It was the most fabulous and exciting thing I've ever done (seeing as how my wonderful, kind and caring people had me neutered when I was too young to have a say)! You're kidding me. You still don't believe I did this?

Well, here's the reflection of me and my lady in the back of my man's helmet as we are, yes, it's true, rollin' on down the road. I think I need a helmet.