I was riding my bike from Visalia to Exeter, my destination was Rocky Hill and that coast down the hill. I was 18 years old and in fantastic shape (football shape). I was shirtless and wore cutoffs, yep, bronze muscles rippling. So as I peddled along thinking about all those tarantulas I was seeing crossing the road (little black ones) a girl in a red Corvette pulls up and..."hi". I was used to this so I just grinned and.."hi".
Well I never made it up Rocky Hill, and there was noway my bike would fit anywhere in/on that Corvette so I ended up following her to her house. She was amazing, but a screamer. Thank God she lived on the end of a road, a little off from anyone. Afterwards we exchanged phone numbers and promised to do this again. Obviously the ride home was one huge smile.
We saw each other a half dozen times after that, she'd come and pick me up. She even came to a couple of my football games. Then one day I called and a guy answered, yep....her husband.
So everytime I drive by Rocky Hill, I think of Wanda and all that.....YES YESSSSSSSS OH GODDDDDD....YESSSSSS~~~~~
I still have a scar on my back.