Motorcycle Chronicles: Girard and Edinboro, PA

I rode into Girard on Monday.
It cleared my thoughts to an extent.
However, riding has failed lately to relieve me like it once did.
It took a lot of effort to get on the bike.
It was a beautiful ride, though, and afterwards I got the chance to stop by Tree's and have Bree sit on my bike. She put foot prints on the tank, but I haven't wiped them off yet. I kind of like them there.
And today, I rode out into Edinboro. Talk about a dead town. The college is as dinky as Kent's Trumbull Campus, and everyone appears to wander around aimlessly.
I rode around after reaching that town, and doubled back to get home. Today's ride was long and chilly...over 100 miles.
My butt hurts a bit. I'm just not used to riding anymore.
***
Bree's grandmother is still in town. Not the best feeling, but hey...the facts need faced so it's good it is happening now and not years down the road.
I found out as I was leaving work that Tree was going to hang with her. So I went for the ride, and was only home for....I don't know...ten minutes maybe...and she randomly shows up at my place for hairspray.

Weird.
We'll see where this grandma and daddy thing goes. It seems like grandma must not have a job or something, because she obviously is not in a rush to get back home.
*****