The Harley was built my myself. It is a prototype. Now on to the story.
She went faster. Faster and away from what was running towards her. Harder she drove the bike till she found herself catching up. For the problems you leave behind without closure will meet you in the future. Carefully the bike turned until finally she caught up with the moment and then finally new what might lay ahead of this road we call life.
Great to see you on Kenny! *hugs tight* I too hope she/we get better. Everyone has times in their lives when things seem to explode in your face. The trick is remembering you can always pick up the peices.