The Wind

My husband grew up riding his motorcycle in the wind. It is almost always blowing out in West Texas. So when we traveled out west and into New Mexico and Arizona, it was not a problem for him. Not so for me. It was crazy. We’d be so leaned over in the wind that when a semi passed us we seemed to shoot straight up and then back down as the wind returned when the truck went by. I had two choices – I had to lean with Danny into the wind or be completely miserable. Don’t ask how many …