I remember the days on the Harley

I think back and I remember the days on the Harley, riding down the highway with my audacious attitude.  It was all good until I ran into a sudden rainstorm and then I was no longer the audacious one.  I found that the raindrops hurt when they hit you at 60+ MPH.

Being intrepid no longer, I was looking for a store, an overpass, or some kind of cover to keep the raindrops from falling on my head.  My attitude weakened to flubbed for a short while there.

I remember the days on the Harley in the rain.

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