The rural roads of North Georgia were all empty save for a other motorbike riders. A long 80 mile road on a beautiful sunny days in the winding roads of Cherokee, Pickens and Dawson county.

Those miles had started slowing down, what with me being home only for the weekends. And Sharmila has steadfastly refused to let me move my motorbike to Chicago.

One silver lining in this virus is that I am being able to pick up on my motorbike miles. And if you think face masks is good to prevent you from getting the virus, you should check out my helmet 🙂

While in elementary/middle school, mom always made me (as the eldest child) go to the market to do the groceries. I did not mind it much since that gave me an excuse to take our family bicycle out for a ride. Plus, I got a candy as a bribe (which used to bristle my sister no end).

Now, I have to do the same for my wife. Although, the bike now comes with a motor attached to it! I did not get any candy. So, I rewarded myself with a 60 miles detour on my way home!

Speaking of similarities, I still get yelled at for buying the wrong stuff!