Sunday, Bloody Sunday

The Things were to go shopping with their papa leaving me to my own devices for a few sweet, precious hours this afternoon. Since the temperature was so close to the 50s I decided on a little adventure out with the girls would be just the ticket. I got out my Kevlar Tori pants as well as some long johns (I learned my lesson last week), then layered a thermal shirt, a sweatshirt, a polar fleece and leather jacket on top.

My boots are big enough that double socks were no problem. Delicate little things, eh?

Add a scarf and double gloves (Isotoners under leather) and I was finally bundled up and ready to go.

HAHAHA, windchill, I laugh in your general direction!

Mr. Logo claims that although he doesn't have motorcycle lust for Red Molly, he does rather envy my new helmet.

It's a Scorpion Rivet and eversoloverly and safe.
And now, here she is,

first time ever in blog,

the actual Red Molly.

Innit she purdy? Innit she, innit she?

She has gorgeous silvery flames on the tank and the rear fender as seen below.

I do love going on rides with the boys, but Molly and I are still in those delicate early stages of our relationship, just getting to know each other. Learning how to move together, how to handle curves, how far she can be pushed before she starts to whine, you know, all that sort of thing.

It's a great way to spend some time before starting a whole new week. Lots of teaching this week, and not just my kids, tutoring high school kids and all that good stuff as well. Thing Two also appears to have contracted himself a lovely little virus. The fun never ends, people, NEVER.