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curves. A biker's paradise! Cece was anxious to see what a racer like Shannon was made of on the road. They decided on the Lariat Loop, which ran between Golden, looping through Evergreen, then on to Morrison, then back to Golden again, where they would connect back with Highway-93 on their way back to Boulder and Longmont, respectively.
They both rode their Sportster's, with Shannon in the lead. Riders always wanted to keep staggered space in front of them for the most part, for safety. Occasionally Cece would pull up along the side of her, then drop back two or three lengths. Both had worn their colors today, black leather jackets with the Wayward Angels logo on the back.
Occasionally they would pass another biker, or group of bikers and would extend their left arms out at their sides in the traditional biker wave.
For brunch, they stopped in Golden and had a filling meal before they continued on with the rest of their journey. They intended to get some sightseeing in today. Shannon had brought her camera along for the occasion. They topped their gas tanks off before pulling out of Golden.
Their next stop was up to the top of Lookout Mountain Road, for a spectacular view of downtown Denver and the surrounding area.
"I always find this place so stunning," Shannon said. "I haven't been up here in quite awhile."
"You know what I find stunning?"
"What?"
"You," Cece said, putting her right arm around Shannon's waist.
"You're something else, Cece Meyers. I just haven't figured out what yet."
Cece looked at her. "Just what do you mean by that crack?"
"I'll never tell." Shannon giggled.
The two women soaked in the sights awhile longer. Shannon made sure she got some great shots with her Nikon, before they rode away on the bikes. It was a beautiful, sunny day. It was like the universe had ordered it just for the two of them.
Their next stop would be Bergen Park, before going down to Evergreen for dinner. They stopped their bikes at Lake Evergreen for awhile and looked out over the tranquil water, stealing a kiss or two when they could. Cece had feelings going on inside of her that she never thought possible. Could she be falling in love with Shannon? Was it too soon to tell?
They enjoyed each other's company over a wonderful dinner that evening. Shannon had the rainbow trout and salad, while Cece opted for the hamburger deluxe.
"We really need to go camping one of these weekends," Cece said.
"Sounds great," Shannon returned, dabbing her lips with her napkin. "I love camping."
"Good. Start thinking of some places this week and then we can decide where we want to go. We can take the bikes or pack up the truck, depending on what we decide to do. Do you like to fish?"
"Oh, yeah! I used to go fly fishing with my dad when I was young. And, hey-we could always rent a couple dirt bikes for the weekend. I have a trailer."
"A fly fisherman. I'm impressed. Or is that fly fisherwoman?"
"Fly fisherwoman would probably work best," Shannon said, taking the last bite of her salad.
"Well, I suppose we'd better get going. It'll be dark as it is before we get back."
"You're right," Shannon said, taking a twenty out of her wallet. "You grab the tip and I'll pay the rest."
"You sure?"
"Sure I'm sure, or I wouldn't have offered, silly."
"Okay, but the next one's on me, woman."
Then it was time to go back to the reality of a Sunday night and work the following morning. The day had seemed much too short to Cece. Why was it that the things you loved doing went by so fast? When you were doing something you loathed, time often seemed to stand still. It just didn't seem fair.
They mounted the Harley's in the gravel parking lot, then pulled safely out onto the highway heading toward Boulder. Cece would see Shannon home before heading back to Longmont. It was getting near twilight as the sun set on the western horizon.
Cece was riding ahead of Shannon toward the center line. She observed Shannon in her side mirror. She was back about
They both rode their Sportster's, with Shannon in the lead. Riders always wanted to keep staggered space in front of them for the most part, for safety. Occasionally Cece would pull up along the side of her, then drop back two or three lengths. Both had worn their colors today, black leather jackets with the Wayward Angels logo on the back.
Occasionally they would pass another biker, or group of bikers and would extend their left arms out at their sides in the traditional biker wave.
For brunch, they stopped in Golden and had a filling meal before they continued on with the rest of their journey. They intended to get some sightseeing in today. Shannon had brought her camera along for the occasion. They topped their gas tanks off before pulling out of Golden.
Their next stop was up to the top of Lookout Mountain Road, for a spectacular view of downtown Denver and the surrounding area.
"I always find this place so stunning," Shannon said. "I haven't been up here in quite awhile."
"You know what I find stunning?"
"What?"
"You," Cece said, putting her right arm around Shannon's waist.
"You're something else, Cece Meyers. I just haven't figured out what yet."
Cece looked at her. "Just what do you mean by that crack?"
"I'll never tell." Shannon giggled.
The two women soaked in the sights awhile longer. Shannon made sure she got some great shots with her Nikon, before they rode away on the bikes. It was a beautiful, sunny day. It was like the universe had ordered it just for the two of them.
Their next stop would be Bergen Park, before going down to Evergreen for dinner. They stopped their bikes at Lake Evergreen for awhile and looked out over the tranquil water, stealing a kiss or two when they could. Cece had feelings going on inside of her that she never thought possible. Could she be falling in love with Shannon? Was it too soon to tell?
They enjoyed each other's company over a wonderful dinner that evening. Shannon had the rainbow trout and salad, while Cece opted for the hamburger deluxe.
"We really need to go camping one of these weekends," Cece said.
"Sounds great," Shannon returned, dabbing her lips with her napkin. "I love camping."
"Good. Start thinking of some places this week and then we can decide where we want to go. We can take the bikes or pack up the truck, depending on what we decide to do. Do you like to fish?"
"Oh, yeah! I used to go fly fishing with my dad when I was young. And, hey-we could always rent a couple dirt bikes for the weekend. I have a trailer."
"A fly fisherman. I'm impressed. Or is that fly fisherwoman?"
"Fly fisherwoman would probably work best," Shannon said, taking the last bite of her salad.
"Well, I suppose we'd better get going. It'll be dark as it is before we get back."
"You're right," Shannon said, taking a twenty out of her wallet. "You grab the tip and I'll pay the rest."
"You sure?"
"Sure I'm sure, or I wouldn't have offered, silly."
"Okay, but the next one's on me, woman."
Then it was time to go back to the reality of a Sunday night and work the following morning. The day had seemed much too short to Cece. Why was it that the things you loved doing went by so fast? When you were doing something you loathed, time often seemed to stand still. It just didn't seem fair.
They mounted the Harley's in the gravel parking lot, then pulled safely out onto the highway heading toward Boulder. Cece would see Shannon home before heading back to Longmont. It was getting near twilight as the sun set on the western horizon.
Cece was riding ahead of Shannon toward the center line. She observed Shannon in her side mirror. She was back about
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