monologue - homecoming on a rain-swept birthday

It seems like it took forever, but…well, the timing's good. Had to buy my own insanely-expensive self-indulgent little middle-age crisis machine for my birthday, but after noodling all through Baltimore, roaming the pretty winding lanes around Ellicott City, and plunging through crowds of revelers leaving Merriweather Post Pavilion and getting caught in the rain, it's all just gorgeous.

Her name's "Madeline," or "Miss Madeline," after someone incalculably special and long since lost to my family, a classy broad who could always make you think, smile, and feel like you belonged wherever you happened to be. I think the name fits well.


I'll write more about all this soon.

For the record, I've got a full-face helmet, a Vanson Leathers armored mesh riding jacket, leather gloves, and steel-toed, over the heel boots, and I'll be taking the safety courses as soon as I can afford them, in case you're worried about me buzzing around on that little thing.