Meet my husband’s cool side…yellow harley. I had heard rumor and legend of how he had bikes for most of his teens and early twenties, that he had a bike before his car. But I hadn’t seen it. And when we went to Myrtle Beach I not only saw it but I got to ride it (but don’t tell my mom). There is nothing cooler than riding on the back of a yellow harley in Myrtle Beach with the man you love (there is also nothing more frightening). I miss that yellow harley, but one day, we will ride again.

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