One of my well-intentioned but non-motorcycle-riding friends continues to send me articles that she finds on the web to try to discourage me from riding my Harley again. I know she cares, but I really wish she would lay off. I understand the risks and work hard to minimize them. I know that I cannot completely eliminate all risk, and I understand that riding a motorcycle — especially on congested suburban roads where I live — is dangerous.
I learned many lessons from my experience when I crashed while riding my Harley to work on May 31. One of the most important lessons was…
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In closing my staycation this year, I continued my service as a judge for a motorcycle police riding competition, otherwise known as a “motorcycle police rodeo.”
I am pleased to present updated riding gear that I received (or purchased for myself) to celebrate having healed my injuries from the motorcycle crash on 31 May and getting back on my Harley. 
Fa bene means, “oh well.” Today, Sunday 14 August, I would have been arriving at Fuimicino Airport in Rome, Italy. Yep, I had a trip planned for quite a while to see a man. My spouse even approved being left behind while I went tootin’ off to see this guy.