On some very wise advice, I canceled the Harley ride. Apparently, there is some resemblance between the shake-rattle-and-roll of a Harley and a vibrator, and I'm not going there. Combine that with the fact that Mr. Harley Owner also wanted to cut my hair. Badly. Insistently. As in, I was suckered/coerced into agreeing to "at least a trim." No, I
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