After a week of riding in sconsin, eating too much, drinking just the right amount, and generally wenjoying ourselves . . . . OMB and I returned home last weekend, and jumped back into work/normal routines . . . .
She got outa the car last night returning home from work (she commutes via 4 wheels almost all the time), and says, "how long does it take for you to stop waving at motorcycles when you're in the car?"
chuckling, I responded, "Mid-December."