This is my trusty motorcycle! I've learned how to pile it up with lots of stuff and how to weave in and out of traffic so I can avoid the long waits at the stop lights. It saves me money on gas mileage and it is way cheaper than taking taxis everywhere. Now if I could just learn how to drive it better so I don't end up with black eyes like these. :) Thankfully the black eyes were the worst of it (and those gave me some brownie points with my high school students - especially the boys). All I have now are some small scars on my forehead, knee, and elbows. AND some good stories to tell.
