This might be the saddest thing I’ve read (concerning motorcycles) in a long time.
I identify with Barry because I’ve been that guy riding a new, unfamiliar motorcycle and getting into a situation I shouldn’t have. Let’s be careful out there.
The Casper Star Tribune reports:
Nearly four decades ago, when they were newlyweds, Barry and Pam Strang had a date night ritual.
Every Friday, they would eat Mexican food for dinner, stop by Baskin-Robbins for dessert and top the night off with an ogle at the next-door Harley Davidson shop.
Pam wasn’t as taken with the idea of a motorcycle as her husband was. For the 38 years they were married, she vetoed the idea — they were too dangerous, she said.