Heckle

He is definitely hot in that leather coat. I'll have to make sure Santa brings him one of his own for Christmas. When the classroom door swung open I was just sitting there cool as a cucumber with my feet kicked up on the handlebars chillin' with the IPOD. He didn't see me for awhile and then he started walking toward me with the best smile! I was laughing and snapping pictures as quick as I could and of course they came out all blurry. That's OK. I know who it is and what he's doing. I really don't know if I'm the impetus for him taking the Abate course or if he'd still be doing this if we'd never met. Either way is OK with me. If he's riding I want to know that he's been taught all the proper safety skills. He was already correcting me for hanging my helmet on the handlebars. I'm sure he'll be able to find plenty of other lazy and careless habits I've developed since I took the Abate course. One of the instructor's been riding for 45 years. Now that's the guy I want teaching riding, a true survivor. I don't think I'll ever reach that particlar goal, but then I got a late start. Almost a third of the people taking the course are women, no surprise there.

I went there to heckle him, but I think I'll kiss him instead.