Better Late Than Never. . . .

This wouldn't be my story if there weren't something wrong with it. That's just the way things seem to go for me. Whether it be some little, insignificant detail, or the whole thing gets botched, I try never to be too surprised.

So of course it was no shock that my bank made us jump through hoops to get the loan for Veronica, only to come to find that for some silly technical reason we couldn't get the loan through my bank anyway. Luckily the people at Thumper's bank have half a clue and were very friendly and accomodating. This, of course, still did not allow us to purchase the bike before Valentine's Day thus leaving us with nothing to do on Valentine's Day itself. But that wasn't going to stop my hunny from doing something special for Valentine's Day, so we planned to take the bike out that coming Wednesday.

Yet again I was not too surprised when Wednesday rolled around and the weather was rather uncooperative. We went out to eat with the rest of the family that afternoon, and as we rode up over the hill towards Applebee's the sky looked like it was going to split right down the middle. As we settled into our chairs inside the restaurant, the sky had indeed split down the middle, opening the flood gates. But we remained hopeful.

About an hour later the rain had passed and so we agreed to take off for the mountains. It didn't get chilly until we actually made it to the top of the mountain. The view was amazing as you can clearly see for yourself.

I rode home hugged up closely to my hunny. It was much colder on the ride home but for some reason I didn't really notice. . . . .